Lyra spent most of her afternoon walking around town, trying to clear her head. Emotions bounced around inside her. Anger over who her mate was. Frustration at being trapped in this pack longer than she wanted. Guilt over not being able to take Donovan away. And maybe disappointment. That she couldn’t even allow herself to feel happy about having a mate.
Finding your fated mate was supposed to be joyous. It was the connection of two souls. Mates made each other stronger.
Most girls would kill to have an alpha as their mate. It was the dream of so many young she-wolves. But for Lyra, it was a nightmare.
“How are things going with the alpha?”
The voice caught Lyra’s attention as two young women burst out of a nearby juice shop, smoothies in hand.
“Good,” said the girl with long brown ha
