Page 62 of The Alpha's Chosen Outcast

Chapter 18

TREY

I feel complete. When I first found out my father was sick, I knew there was a possibility that I’d end up being Alpha of our pack sooner than I expected.

It had been a terrifying wake-up call then, even though I had been educated to be an Alpha my whole life. I wasn’t sure I’d be ready.

When I was at Violet’s wedding and found out that Father was gone, I was sad, but I’d already prepared myself to say goodbye to him and take my rightful place.

When I found out that Heather had left, all of those feelings flew out of me like they’d gone with her. I wasn’t sure I could do it.

The pack elders challenging me made me see that I needed her. She is the stability that makes me feel like a real leader.

We were fated to find each other. I’m sure of that now. As I lay beside her in her bed, exhausted from the vigors of our reunion, nothing has made more sense to me than that.

“Trey, come on! We have to get dressed!”

I’m not exactly thrilled about this dinner, but I suppose it has to happen before we leave.

“It’ll be fine, my love.” That feels so fucking good to say.

“I haven’t seen them in a month.”

“You were scared?”

“I was fucking terrified. I thought you were about to tear me to pieces.”

“Part of me thought I should when I first met you.”

She glares at me, but I continue.

“The wolf in me knew better, though. He felt the connection we wouldn’t be able to resist—the part that led us to defy everything we know.”

“And I’m glad we did.”

Now dressed in her usual leggings and a loose shirt, Heather crushes her mouth to mine. I only have my pants on, and my hair is still all messed up.

I need to make myself presentable before we go to the restaurant. But I’m not complaining. I don’t ever want to be away from her again.

I’m glad to know that the feelings are mutual. She leans into the kiss and we’re hitting a point where if she doesn’t stop, we won’t be on time to meet her friends.

I pull away from the kiss—reluctantly—and it’s hard to keep the smirk off my face when I see her frown. I have to finish getting ready if we’re going to make the plans she’d set out.

As interesting as the scandal sounds, I don’t think it’ll go over well for her if she shows up with me topless.

Then again, it might soften the blow that’s coming. At this dinner, she isn’t only telling her friends that she’s met the love of her life and she’s getting married.

She’s telling them that she’s a wolf, a secret she’s kept from them the entire time they’ve been friends. She’s also telling them that she’ll be moving hundreds of miles away.

As I pull a black t-shirt over my head and grab a sweatshirt from my overnight bag, I think about how I’ll react if her friends take this badly.

Of course, my first instinct is to protect her, but hurting them in the process wouldn’t make anything better.

Plus, we’d have to explain that to the police, and any scrutiny of wolves involving the law is frowned upon. I’m already on thin ice with the elders.

If this turns violent or intense, I suppose I’ll simply have to whisk her out of there as fast as possible.

My top priority will be protecting her. I’ll change if I have to; I’ll be faster that way, but I won’t use my wolf for any carnage. Even if her friends are shocked or upset at first, they may change their minds.

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