Gabriella
"Gabby? What's wrong?" Raya asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"It's, um...really complicated."
"How so? He's part of Northern, right?"
I nod.
"Are you worried Alpha Storm's going to refuse the match?"
Lifting my head, I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. "Among other things."
"Screw him."
To my surprise, I let out a laugh. It's so ridiculous hearing anyone from our pack say that, since we're all supposed to be terrified of our alpha. Not Raya, though. And rightfully so. Alpha Storm never been nice or heartfelt about anything, choosing to rule us with a strong hand that's never shown kindness.
Living under his thumb has always been suffocating.
"I'm serious." She squeezes my hands. "If this is a true love match, he can't refuse that."
"It's not just a love match,
