Ch. 17 Who Is She?

Azalea's POV

I dragged my mate by his arm. I couldn't help but hug it tightly and lean on him. He was devastatingly handsome and muscular. I looked up at him as we walked along the corridor.

"Alpha Renzo."

I heard someone with a foreign accent calling him. It was a tall man with light blond hair. He looked aged beyond his years, and his face was contorted like he was in a constant state of pain.

"May I help you, Healer Colin?"

Oh, this was the infamous healer who stole the mate of another. Uncle Patrick wouldn't shut up about it for weeks. This case helped the council cement the Fated Mate laws in the werewolf community.

"A word if you can, please."

Although he sounded polite, his voice was resentful. I got curious as to what he had to say. Renzo pinched my chin, and delicious sparks went through my body.

"Why don't you go ahead, Azalea? I'll be there in a minute. Prepare your list of questions." He whinked at me, and I swooned. I turned around the corner of the hal