Page 16 of Alpha's Unwilling Mate
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“Tonight, it will be.”
“Tonight? We can’t have a mating ceremony that quickly!”
“Can and will,” he challenged, surging to his feet with me in his arms. I quickly looped my arm around his neck to hang on.
“Bastion,” I argued when an SUV pulled up.
“It’s just Simon,” Bastion said as he moved toward it.
The man who stepped out had his head averted and held out a blanket. “Seriously, Alpha. Will this be a habit with you two?”
“Shut up, Simon,” Bastion said.
“What does he mean habit?” I asked as Bastion wrapped the blanket around me.
“I’ll tell you later,” he replied. “We’ve got a mating ceremony to prepare for.”
