For the next thirty minutes, the ball continued as I expected. The eyes of the other Alphas never left me alone, but it didn't stop me from having a glass of champagne, then another. Finn asked me to dance, I accepted.
He takes my hand and leads me out into the middle of the dance floor, my arms wrap around his neck, his wrap around my waist. The violins have started playing a slow song, the cords soft and romantic. For a solid twenty minutes, Finn was just my mate. He wasn't my Beta, he wasn't my Luna, I wasn't anyone's Alpha. We were a pair of newly mated wolves, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. A little off brand for the terrifying Alpha I'm perceived to be, but so good for my soul. Can Alpha's take vacations? Can I steal my Luna and run away to a cabin for a week or two, somewh
