I see relief and happiness on Caleb’s face when I tell him I want to stay at the cabin.
“I just want you to be safe,” he says, smiling.
I know he’ll keep me safe. He’s the Alpha, after all. And he’s my mate.
Together, we cuddle up under the warm quilt, listening to the fire crackle and nibbling on the snacks he laid out for us. I find myself wrapped up in his arms, my head resting on his chest, his fingers carding lazily through my hair.
“You’re amazing,” Caleb says.
I laugh. “I’m an Omega who can’t shift. I got sent away from one pack only to get banished from another one. I’m anything but amazing.”
“Don’t talk like that.” Caleb’s voice sounds stern. He’s a true Alpha. “No one insults my Luna and gets away with it.”
My cheeks burn, hearing him refer to be that way. “I’m not a Luna
