My Alpha’s Broken Promise, Now Mine

I was about to toast him. My mate. Alpha Ryker.

That’s when he announced it. Our mating ceremony was being postponed. Again. To the next full moon.

I took a slow sip of my wine, letting the red burn its way down my throat.

“Okay.”

He glanced at me, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

“You’re… not mad?”

I swirled the wine in my glass. My voice was flat.

“No. I’m not mad.”

We’d known we were mates for a year. This was the 17th time he had postponed our final bonding.

We were both used to it.

I drained my glass and stood up to go upstairs.