Blaine’s pov
I walk into the bar and order myself a drink. While I wait, I look around and check out the few people inside. It’s still early, but I know exactly who I’m looking for.
“Here you go, love,” the bartender says, sliding my drink to me. She winks at me, and I smile back. She’s not my type, even if she’s pretty.
I didn’t start out wanting Hannah, but if I really had to pick, then I chose the title. It’s a title I have worked for. I should have won it over Grant, but the previous Alpha had his sights on Grant from the start. He didn’t have a daughter, so Grant was able to find his own mate; I won’t be so lucky.
Thankfully, Hannah isn’t bad to look at. She’ll have to be watched better. Luke is a fool for letting Damon get close enough even to trick her.
