Sam, her mother, Jane, Metztli, and Dakota sat on a large comfortable leather couch in the Asher Alpha’s office. A warm mahogany coffee table separated the four from the well-dressed Alpha.
“It was a pleasant surprise, Dakota, when my Beta told me you had arrived not too long ago,” Charles Asher grinned at the other Alpha.
“I couldn’t stay too long away from my family, but I’m sure you understand.” Dakota flashed a bright smile.
“Yes,” the Asher Alpha chuckled, “I do. A Mate is a hard thing to stay away from. Which, I’m sure, these two are finding out.” He looked over to Metztli and Sam with a bright smile.
“That’s exactly why we are here,” Metztli said stoically. “I’m here to formally ask for Samantha Townsend, an Asher Pack member, as my Mate.”
Charles’ pleasant grin never wavered.
