Archer walked toward the kitchen, his stomach growling in protest as he checked his watch. The Alpha sighed loudly when he saw it was well after 3pm and he had again worked through lunch.
It had been a few months since Alyona’s eighteenth birthday, and his oldest friend had finally come to terms with the fact that his baby girl now had a mate. The Alpha had almost had to tackle the older warrior to the ground when his daughter started to move her belongings from her own room to Colne’s, and he had tried to stop her. Laughing his head off at the older wolf’s complete look of dejection that his little girl didn’t need him to protect her anymore, Archer had dragged the Werewolf to his office for a stiff drink and a moan.
The two new mates were inseparable, Colne following Alyona around like
