Violetta
Three years later
“Well done, mates! You did your best bet tonight. The hunt was a success, and we have enough to feed the house for a few weeks, before we head out again. Who's up for drinks? Bills on me,” Alpha Ferrara said.
“Hear, hear!” the other half-drunk duds cheered.
I paused from the drink I was pouring for a customer to look out at him. Him. Alpha Ferrara had not changed one bit since I saw him for the first time, three years ago. His cobalt blue eyes were still as fierce as ever, and his hair the same torrid black. His moustache had become more pronounced and defined.
Just like the ache in my chest.
Familiar. Quiet. But painful.
“I, Ferrara Knox, reject you Violetta Lado as my mate.”
Deep within me, my wolf whimpered. We've been haunted by those words all these
