Ghian
Ghian hadn’t seen the ceremonial items in a long time. For most people, a night of full moon and their bodies were enough to seal their bond. Not for the pack’s Alpha, though.
As soon as he set eyes on the impeccable white rug and ancient tea set, his heart started racing. It was really happening.
He was really taking a mate. His eyes found Aalyan across the clearing, seemingly enjoying some fruit while one of the children talked up at him. Soon, it would be their children. The reminder did nothing to calm his nerves, he knew he could be a good leader, but a father was another thing altogether. He’d loved his father, often more than he’d admired him, but he’d only known him for a few brief years, and his mother... The woman who’d guided him through childhood was just as gone.
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