Brax POV
His entire unit stood on the packhouse steps, their mates beside them, waiting for the arrival of Alpha Georgia. Brax had wanted to ask Veronica to stand with them, but until she was marked, she held no official rank—not in the eyes of Alphas like Georgia.
And Alpha Georgia had requested an official—formal—meeting. Of course, Rina stood waiting at the very bottom step, smiling like she couldn’t wait another second. Her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, a flicker of nerves behind her excitement. The car drove through the gates, towards them.
He hadn’t even met the woman and she was already getting on his nerves, testing his patience.
The sleek white SUV pulled up to the packhouse. The woman who stepped out wasn’t what Brax expected. Tall, striking, with a long blonde
