Chapter 42.
Becca was shell-shocked, as Løna ran towards Fredrick when they walked to the main pack gate.
“See, he is my mate!” she was shouting at the top of her voice, in both Danish and English and wriggling herself free from the guard’s clutches, leaving the stunned warrior open-mouthed, unsure if he should or shouldn’t continue to hold on to her.
“So, she knows I am from the UK then,” Becca groaned under her breath. The only reason the woman would shout that in English was to prove a point to her, and she let out a heavy sigh. What was the beginning of an amazing and momentous night, had turned into this sideshow. Anger at the woman began to bubble in Becca’s veins, her heart pounding in her chest, as she took deep breaths to keep her temper under control.
“Sounds like it. Alt
