Kennedy
Every time someone asks me to dance, I take the opportunity to look over at Quirin. First, I was surprised by his possessiveness of me and I’m afraid to do something that will make him think that I don’t want him. I do want him. I always have. But second, I’m afraid he’ll run. It’s not that he’s a fearful man, well at least not usually. But I’ve been watching my mate for years and I know that when it comes to emotions, he’s not very good at handling them.
“Luna Kennedy, how do you feel about being mated to my adopted son,” Alpha Harold asks as we dance.
“I’m very happy about it, Alpha,” I tell him truthfully.
“Hmmm, not many women would say that. My son isn’t an easy man to get close to.”
“I’ve never found it that difficult.”
“No, I guess you haven’t. Have you ever been to hi
