Oz
It was strange. I had come to this small town, nestled in the hills of Wales, to become a full-fledged member of Special Alpha Force. And I had come away with so much more than the acceptance of my comrades. I had found my mate, and the troop had welcomed her.
Pausing, I turned to watch her. She was amazing, the kind of mate all shifters dreamt of. And even though we had only known each other for a month, I was falling more in love with her by the day. Every part of her was selfless, loving and utterly mouth-watering.
As if she could feel my eyes, she turned, her paintbrush hanging forgotten in her hand. White paint dripped onto her leg, and she made no move to wipe it off. Her cheeks flushed pink. I smiled before I could help myself.
“You’ve got a good one there.” King came stridi
