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Stepping on toes or stomping?

Andricia

Primly’s eyebrows furrow and I see him straighten up, his jaw ticks slightly as my aura washes over him once more.

“And future Luna of Golden Summit as our destined mate,” Cyrus adds, proudly holding me a little tighter.

“Destined? Wait, Alpha?” He says louder and draws the attention of other Alphas standing around. His eyes don’t leave mine, and he steps closer, earning four deep rumbles to emit through the foyer.

“There are no female Alphas.” He says exasperated. He steps back again, raising his hands like he doesn’t want trouble. He is the trouble, though, regardless of trying to keep the peace.

I scoff and approach him, sliding out of Cyrus’ and Samson’s grip, but not without them trying to hold on. Silas follows close behind me, I can feel the tension through our bond. He seems on edge about being surrounded by Alpha wolves, but he certainly doesn’t show it. I stop short, about an arm's length away from the incompetent Alpha, and look up at