A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs

{Lennon}

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The weights clinked as I lowered the bar. My arms burned, my shirt clung to my skin, and sweat trickled down the side of my face—still no call from Rennon.

I had called him earlier, just before my workout started. He said they had already arrived at Beta Marc’s place, so I told him to ring me when they were ready to head back.

But it was past twenty minutes now.

I dropped the bar with a light thud and wiped my brow. It was supposed to be a simple pick-up. In and out. What the hell was taking so long?

I didn’t like the weight sitting in my gut. It had started brewing halfway through my second set.

"You’re worried," my wolf muttered, huffing in the background of my mind. "About our mate."

I didn’t argue. He was right.

"You like her."

"She’s not bad," I admitted. "Not our usual type... but she’s kind. Too kind."