Chapter 7. The Fallout

Everything happens so fast that my head spins, and I can barely catch my breath. Our imprinting sends the ceremony into quick dispersal, and I’m dragged away by Santo’s pack and ushered into an awaiting car, my clothes thrown in my face and ordered to go to the packhouse and be quiet.

Everything is in uproar as though I committed the crime of the century, and it rippled through everyone present. Juan is exploding magnificently at the possibility that our future Alpha got betrothed to one of the lowliest of the packs, and I’m not exactly happy about it either.

I’ve kept my head down for ten years, stayed out of sight, in the shadows, and away from the drama the way others like me have not. Became almost invisible and made no real friends, all with my eye on the one goal of escaping this place with no noise. Only to be put on show on the most important night of my life, in front of the entire mountain, and have everything come crashing down on top of me.

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