18

The ride to Isabel’s parents’ house was silent. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. Dylan occasionally stole glances at Isabel, whose eyes were glued to the road. The thought of meeting his mate’s parents without prior notice was making him tensed. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t be worried about acquainting himself with new people because he was a social butterfly, but the circumstances were different. He never imagined himself meeting the former Alpha and Luna of the Pride pack in this lifetime. What was the meeting going to be like? Would the former alpha welcome him with open arms or would he be against the union? If the latter were to happen, it wouldn’t be a difficult issue since they haven’t completed the mating rituals, except his mate does otherwise.

Dylan wiped his sweaty palms against his jeans and used his left hand to reach for Isabel’s right hand that was placed on the arm rest. As if on cue, she entwined their fingers while staring ahead. This small action gave Dyla