Theo lifts his head a little, his eyes shine with unshed tears. He looks straight into the black wolf’s eyes and says,
“Alpha!”
All eyes are on the black wolf as Theo keeps kneeling down.
Azraiel’s eyes play ping pong, shifting between his Gamma and his mate. Why the hell is his Gamma calling Charlotte ‘Alpha’ instead of ‘Luna’?
With his breath stuck in his throat, Azraiel watches as after looking at Theo for about a minute the black wolf trudges forward and licks his cheeks, wiping the tears now streaming down from his eyes.
What in the name of hell is happening?
Theo bows his head and cries softly.
Without another glance at him, the black wolf steps aside to stand in front of Azraiel.
Pushing the scene, he saw before to the back of his mind, Azraiel leans down to hug his mate. His nostrils flare as her intoxicating scent enters his nose. Mhmm…Much more powerful and strong.
