The Sigma's Reluctant Mate
The crowd starts a countdown to midnight like New Yearās Eve. I close my eyes and smile, holding Liamās hand tightly.
Everyone yells āONE!ā and cheers. I open my eyes and see the iridescent liquid light of the full moon pouring out of the giant orb flowing down over us. People around us ooh and ahh at the beautiful sight.Ā
When the first rays of moonlight cascade over my skin, I feel a heat inside me turn into a burning fire. I gasp and look up at Liam. He looks at me with wide, surprised eyes.
āMate,ā he murmurs and squeezes my hand tighter. It isnāt a comforting feeling. There are no sparks like people describe when they touch their mate. Maybe it takes a few minutes to develop.
I smile and try to admire Liam, but I don't want to say it back. Nothing feels different. I still love him, but heās not the one. Liam is looking at me, but it isnāt a look of true love. Itās lustful and carnal.
I feel a pit in my stomach. Liam isnāt my mate. How can this be? And how was he able to call me his mate if heās not mine?
āZara,ā a womanās voice says in my head, āMy name is Lavender. Iām your wolf and youāre in grave danger, my dear. You need to run. You need to run now. Your life depends on it.ā
āMy⦠wolf?ā With everything that happened the past couple of hours, I forgot she was waking up. āL-Lavender, whatās happening? What do you know?ā
Lavender repeats her order. āZara, you need to run. I can explain later. Iām so sorry this is happening to you, sweet girl.ā