“It’s been two days. I’m not sure how long Alpha Caleb will sit still and wait for answers,” Corrine sighed.
“He should have just gone home,” grumbled Alpha Wyatt.
“Is that what you would have done?” Corrine asked.
“What?”
“If there was even the slightest possibility that I had another mate–“ Corrine began.
Wyatt’s low, threatening growl interrupted her words.
“Exactly,” she smiled.
Wyatt huffed and turned away.
“He can’t be her mate.”
Corrine sighed as she moved to stand behind her mate. She hugged him from behind, his hand reaching up and holding her arm instinctually.
“I understand your concerns, but if that is the will of the Goddess….”
“It cannot be. It is a mistake the Priestesses will make clear.”
Corrine did not respond, only letting out a sigh and squeezing him tighter.
“At least Granger has remained calm,” Wyatt commented, “he waits patiently. Of course, that just proves his worth as Ashleigh’s mate.”
