I follow my father.
I trudge down the stairs and into the living room.
They stand together, Alpha and Jeremiah.
They are both tall. Muscular.
I look at Jeremiah.
He is beautiful.
He has dark hair cut short and his eyes are green.
"Jeremiah," my father says, "This is my daughter, Bria."
"Hello," Jeremiah says.
His voice is deep.
It sends tingles up and down my spine.
I feel like a traitor.
I love Nathaniel.
But Jeremiah is gorgeous...
"Hello," I say.
I feel myself blushing.
Alpha looks at Father, a hopeful glint in his eye.
"Shall we leave the young ones to get acquainted?" he says.
"Yes," father agrees. "I'll make the tea."
They head off together into the kitchen leaving Jeremiah and I alone.
"Shall we sit?" Jeremiah asks.
I nod and sit on the couch.
He lowers himself
