Alpha David

I loved my mate. Ever since I saw her walking aimlessly, looking lost and quite forlorn on my boundary, my wolf had recognized hers and a bond had formed immediately. I just had to walk up to her, and her eyes shone with recognition. She had recognized her mate - me. And she complimented me as a mate should. She was sweet, funny and stubborn. In all, she was a wonderful she-wolf and I had not made the mistake of making her my Luna and mating her after her ...