Torn Between the Alpha and his Betas

se Pack i

- and they told me it was the safest place to be. But now that I've finally le

to get here. The journey was tiring,

d him just as well. My uncle sent Kaila with me, and she made for a great company. Aside from her, the

unces as we step into the hug

ightly colored Pack House at Frore, but

ters, "How do you like

's fine... j

ghter. "I expected that," he says. "It do

I have eight more months before I wo

ttention again, "I'll see what I can do

od, forci

says, smiling

my brows risi

ntly taking my hand

t is

tedly. "Stay back," he orders the guards, an

lead withou

siderably smaller compared to the Frore House yet

past before continuing on their way - much like back home, but the

the Pack House, he finally stops in front of what

is this

tell me you've never heard

My eyes narrow.

ith countless other things about this revered Pack that I

ghs, "since y

dare

roduce to

I finish, holding m

he agrees. "The A

re we

py?" He cocks his head at

hrug in

ouse Grounds," he says, somewhat melting my heart. "You can make do with this while

y my best to hide my fl

welcome,

My brows crease i

eboding, "do not enter the Arena without proper g

he si

issing for days

r at our wedding," I pro

dding," he corrects. "But, not to worry,

am overwhelmed by the pressur

worry," he says. "It won't be such a grand occasion, so your shyness wo

from behind me, making

as I recognize the person fr

from behind me. "Took you lon

ey all good-looking? It makes it so much harder to hate

ord, before walking past me to meet L

they hold each other in

ome b

y sister? She wasn't t

o heaves a sigh

trouble, got that," Trito

ey're acting like I'm not st

st remembered something important.

nd Leo and leads the

he says, then cocking his head with squinted

stretches out his hand.

r haired, pale woman in a massive, flowery gown, who is standin

," he introd

infuriatingly attractive face. "You killed my cou

e, his voice laced with sarcasm. "It

y for that," he says, sincerity flickering in his deep-blue eye

orce myself to stay silent. If only I ha

om. I'm sure the Luna would love to witne

huckles.

e only one who has done so sinc

the entrance push open the heavy doors on queue. At this

his green eyes fixed on me as w

these do not hold my attention for too long. My attention gets arrested completely by a different type of art - a w

he finally notices what - or rather, who - has held m

ks her silky black hair over her shoulder,

ul woman I have ever seen. I'd swear it b

at my husband, his gobsmacked e

owing, flimsy purple dress leaving little to the imagination. Th

e steps, sauntering toward u

nd, but he remains quiet. "Well, who

" she says, her sing-song voice as impeccable as her pretty round

re with a polite s

eyes shift from me t

nto her - no, not hugging her, but kissing her luscious lips wi

my eyes sting as tears st

any feelings whatsoever for