“You’re not going to be Alpha,” the woman at his side said through her faux
smile.
It was almost like she could read his mind. He wished for a moment that he
could read hers.
Instead, he ducked his head closer, catching her subtle honey-vanilla
fragrance. “I’d say it’s a done deal, sweetheart.”
Those warm brown eyes flashed up at him with flecks of golden fire. Why
had he never noticed their exquisite color before? They were like cinnamon
and amber.
“The deal is hardly done. Why would my father hand over the
leadership of the pack to an outsider?”
The last word hung in the air between them. Kaden didn’t feel like an
outsider. He hadn’t for a long time. WhitePaw was his home. He had friends,
a nice house, and a good job in the city. And he was Beta of the pack, a
position he took seriously.
“Especially since he has offspring reading and willing to do the job.”
With the processional gathering in the lobby of the church, the photographer
began organizing people for the photos. Kaden quickly steered Ava into a
nearby room.
“What—“
He cut off her words. “Ready and willing, huh?”
Ava stared up at the insanely handsome werewolf as her stomach fluttered
like a wounded butterfly. Her reaction to him was nothing new. But the
intensity of it was.
How did he manage to make three little words sound so naughty? And why
couldn’t she seem to remember that he was the enemy?
She couldn’t, wouldn’t, tell him just how ready and willing she was when
it came to him. How she’d fantasized about kissing him more often than
was decent. Or how she daydreamed of running her fingers through his sexy
almost-shoulder-length-but-not-quite golden, brown hair.
