Submitting to the Mate

Lyanna

I refuse to ask where the packhouse is. I just keep walking, lifting my nose to follow the heavy scent of woodsmoke and roasted meat drifting through the trees. I know that arrogant Alpha is trailing behind me, dragging his busted leg and probably laughing at my sheer stubbornness. Even after I spent hours painstakingly putting his fractured bones back together, he still finds a way to get