She looks delightful," the alpha's voice dropped a note, making Anastasia flustered. She finally deflected her gaze away from the alpha . The alpha's face still looked angry, yet his words suggested he wasn't. Does he just never look happy? "We found her, our mate."
"8 f*****g years," the other alpha hummed. "We waited for you for 8 years. Now that you are finally in front of us, I can see why. Perfection cannot be rushed and there is no omega like you."
"Perfect," the other repeated back, face still buried in her scent gland.
Anastasia only ever wanted to feel safe.
She got more than she bargained for when she ran away from her cruel father and even crueler intended mate her father sold her to.