Book 18: Witchy Woman

Zayn

Tali won’t leave me the fuck alone. He’s been staring all morning. Every time I glance at him, he’s there, looking at me intently while I field conversations in every direction. 

If any other wolf, any other Alpha, was going to sense the shift in my relationship with my still unmarked mate, it would be him. 

“Fuck off,” I mouth silently, throwing him a vicious glare. 

He chuckles, looks away, then meets my gaze again and laughs so hard that several of the Alphas I’ve been talking to for the last half hour about trade, pack relations, and war–mostly war–turn to frown at him. 

This is the shit I hate that Fallon is unfortunately very good at. Talking. Delegating. Trying to get multiple people to heed my command at once. I’ve lost her to the crowd, which is infu