Aleksa POV
I’d been on cloud nine since the initiation ceremony. Kingston had woken up early this morning. He had some pack matters to attend to with Asher, so he had left me to sleep in. Although I wasn’t sleeping, I was just lying there, blissfully rehashing the events of the past twenty-four hours. I couldn’t believe that I’d been blessed with a second chance mate. It all seemed too good to be true.
After rejecting Lachlan, I was certain that would be it for me. It goes against our nature to reject our fated mates, but in all fairness, my bond with Lachlan had weakened almost as quickly as it had begun. When he first marked me, I was so proud that I wore my mark with pride. Everything was so new to me. I was new to being a werewolf and learning what mates were, and what marking meant.
