Book 3: Mates on Parade

Coit

I hate wearing suits. I’ve always found them stifling, and ties feel like they’re trying to choke me. My mom and sister insist I look my best for this damn Ball so I put on the suit and tie and hope this event ends soon. I know what everyone is expecting to happen for me, and I am sick of it already.

Music plays in the background as I make my way down to the ballroom. Several guests have already arrived. I take a deep breath and go over to where my mother is standing next to Emory. Immediately, every Alpha in attendance begins to introduce their daughters, granddaughters, and nieces to me. They’re all presented to me like prized cattle—tall, short, slim, curvy. I try to be polite and smile.

Every time, we make eye contact, and I wait for that magical awakening inside me to tell me that she’s my mate—blue, green, brown, gray eyes—but nothing happens. The girl knows it too, and she looks disappointed. The Alphas can never hide how visibly disapp