Chapter 12: Rich

It’s so hard to let Emlyn go as I walk into the fray of the neighboring packs. I know exactly what to expect and sure enough, she-wolves immediately surround us. At least at my ceremony, I had a reason to speak to other Alphas and make arrangements for meetings. Now, I’m just the unmated visiting Alpha that apparently needs a bed-warmer while I’m here, at least according to the brazen she-wolf that just whispered that in my ear.

I stop listening to her, watching my mate as she walks out, laughing with Cohen and Clint as she effortlessly guides them through the throng of people over to Emerson and introduces them to the Alphas talking with him.

I see her side-eye glance in my direction, and it takes a minute for me to realize the scowl on her face is because the she-wolf beside me has possessively put her hand on my arm. I was so distracted by my mate, I hadn’t even noticed.

‘Get her off our arm before I do.’ Finley snarls in my head. Not happy with the look Emlyn just shot our way.