Sloane
Being one-on-one with Benedict is one thing. Walking into his packhouse on his arm, on the night of his Alpha ceremony, is something totally different.
‘He wants us here, Sloane. Own it,’ Aisling says, pushing forward and giving me strength as the entire packhouse falls silent when we enter.
“Good afternoon, everyone. I’m sure you all know me, but this gorgeous woman beside me is my girlfriend, Alpha Sloane Hartwell. The ceremony will begin in …” he looks at his watch, “one hour. Until then, please enjoy this pre-ceremony cocktail party that my mother has arranged,” he says, nodding at his mother who is standing across the room looking like she just ate something sour and smelled something foul.
I thought that Benedict was going to leave me there and begin making the rounds to w
