Alpha Dominic
Opting for a run to distance myself from Linda, my chosen mate, I noticed someone intriguing. As I approached, my wolf grew increasingly restless. Since Freya’s departure, my wolf had been on edge, but this restlessness reached a peak, reminiscent of the day she ran away.
Sensing something amiss, a growl escaped me as I drew nearer. The scent of this person was a peculiar blend, intertwined with that of Alpha Scott from the Silver-moon pack. Questions arose as to who this individual might be.
As she turned around, my breath caught in my throat as I stared into the depths of my mate. That was my mate. At first, I thought it was a second mate, but I knew Freya, even with the change of her appearance, she was still my Freya.
My wolf erupted in a feral howl, clamoring for his
