Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother

The mouths of the gossip mongers opened, but I didn’t wait to hear the reply. I turned back around and marched on.

I continued to proceed ahead and soon exited the packhouse gates and into the pack itself. I knew

didn’t get far before a dumb thought tripped me like a stone in the road.

What if I found Luis Miguel?

I paused in my tracks, heart thudding. He should be the one with me when I go to see Gonzalo’s family. And the others’. He was their friend. I wouldn’t know how to handle this on my own.

And as much as I didn’t want to see him all broody, I knew he’d at least say something comforting. He was good at that... sounding charming even when he could literally make you want to separate his bones from his body.

The problem? I had no idea where he lived.

I sighed, glancing around the quiet pack streets. The sun was starting to rise, casting honey-colored light on the stone walkways and dusty wooden stalls. I passed a man hanging up meat pies and another uncrating apples that smelled of cinnamon.

Then I saw a small fruit vendor tucked between two larger shops. A woman with tight braids was placing mangoes into neat pyramids.

Perfect.

I stepped forward and cleared my throat. "Hi, excuse me..."