Chapter 18

So if you get married, can I be a bridesmaid? Lola was leaning back in her chair with her combat boots propped up on the desk, flipping through the pages of a bridal magazine.

Ginger grabbed it away from her. My God. You, my mother, Loch’s grandmother...Why is everyone in the world so obsessed with marrying me off?”

Then she peered at the page Lola had been looking at. “That is a beautiful dress. Wow. Ivory silk. And look at those hand embroidered roses. You know- no, damn it! I will not be sucked into this madness! It is way too soon to be talking about weddings! She threw the magazine back down on Lola’s desk.

“Not around here. When the Alpha claims a mate, it’s pretty much bam, boom, done. And an Alpha wedding is amazing. All the packs from all over the state come, and the party lasts for days. Think how many hot guys I’d meet. Lola pouted. I’m bored with all the guys in Blue Moon. I need fresh flesh. Why can’t you think about my needs?”