Cain
“Alpha”, Stanley's voice came from behind me as I walked to the arena. I continued walking, barely acknowledging him.
I still felt an unknown fury I could quite explain towards him.
His footsteps quickened, and soon we were walking side by side. He didn't speak, we walked in a comfortable silence, and soon I could hear the familiar sounds of my people.
The murmurs, the snickers, possibly at my mate, a wave of irritation washed over me. Forcing myself to calm down, I walked into the arena.
The first thing that caught my attention wasn't the greeting from the club members, but the scent, my mate, slammed into me like a wave.
Cinnamon, mixed with honey, something wet dropped down the corner of my lips. I wiped it off before anyone could notice.
“And yet you see her like a junio
