Can a She-Alpha be happy?
Grace and Alastair danced happily. They didn’t miss any dances, and that was so apparent they could not let each other go. Soon the pack members clapped for them when they moved in the middle; only one person was in the room who looked at them with hatred. Marge.
It was late when they felt tired. Alastair would have stayed longer, but he noticed Grace was ready to sleep.
“Are you tired?” He asked her, leaned closer to her ear. Grace felt the butterflies instantly in her stomach when she felt Alastair’s hot breath, then his soft lips on her cheek. She smiled as she pushed him further.
“Yes, I think I should leave now.”
“May I accompany you back?”
“Yes.”
Alastair could not help but smile. He lifted his arm up, offering it to Grace to hold. She folded her a
