Blake
Just as we’re out of ear shot, Alpha Tate turns to me, “what the f**k was that? Evelyn as your chosen mate? You must have lost your damn mind.”
If roles were reversed, I’d probably be spewing the same bullshit his way. I heaved a sigh, “it’s complicated,” I reply as we continue walking down the cobblestone road. “Liam, what’s the deal with your pack? Do you need us to back you up?”, I question.
Liam laughs, “nah bro, we’re all good. You can thank Tate’s quick thinking for that. You looked like you needed an out.” I feel large hands lunge forward and push up off my shoulders, “here’s where you say thank you Alpha Tate,” Tate teases.
My mind is still reeling as we walk into the Aroma Mocha, somehow having Alpha Jakob and Evelyn here in Blackclaw is making the arranged mating fee
