Sonya
The sizzling hot sunlight was starting to set and the frostiness of the cold night was starting to set in as the Beta’s car rolled smoothly along the winding path toward Blackthorn.
I sat tucked into the leather seat, the oversized handkerchief he gave me still clenched between my fingers.
My mind raced with a flurry of thoughts, each more daring than the last.
I had done it.
I had found a way into Blackthorn.
Not by begging or sneaking in through the borderlands, no. Fate had handed me the perfect opening, wrapped in the scent of burberry and mist, the Beta himself.
My mate.
It still felt strange saying that to myself.
The bond hadn’t roared in my blood the way I imagined it would when I finally met him.
It had been more subtle like a low hum at the edge of my conscio
