Page 32 of The Alpha's Heart

Bishop leans forward in his seat, propping his elbows on the desk. “You always could see right through me. And, I swear, you always know just the right things to say to settle my wolf.”

I laugh. “I’m your mate. That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That’s not all, I hope.”

Because I can’t help myself, I lean in and give him one more kiss. I mean for it to be a peck, but Bishops knows me as well as I know him. He parts his lips, inviting me in, and before I know it, I’m inches away from climbing back into his lap to show him just what else a mate can do with her male.

I don’t. I can’t. If we were in our bedroom, that’s a different story. Together, Bishop can shake off being the Alpha when we’re alone. In the den, though… he can’t, and I have to do my part as Alpha female and remember that.

But that doesn’t mean I pull away from him just yet.

“The Luna doesn’t always get it right,” I whisper against his lips. I know that’s what he’s thinking. That, for Helene and West’s sake, for the sake of their fated mates—the Alpha whoseonly crime is not being our Beta, and the faceless female who might one day be meant for West—the Luna is wrong. But when it comes to us… “Not all fated mates are meant to be, but we are. And we always will be.”

I mean that. From the depths of my heart and soul, my words ringing with truth that my beloved mate will never ping as a lie, I promise myself again to the one male I’ve ever loved—or ever will.

“Ma cher,” he groans softly.

I nipple his bottom lip.

My mate.

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