~Amelia~
The first thing I did after becoming Kaden’s mate was throw up in a bush.
So if anyone had a prettier version of how mating ceremonies were supposed to end, good for them. Mine ended with blood on my dress, my new mate holding my hair back, and me dry heaving into expensive pack land while the moon goddess probably looked down and decided she had seen enough for one night.
“I’m fine,” I lied
Kaden, who had one hand braced on my back and the other holding my hair away from my face like this was now part of his official Alpha duties, made a disbelieving sound.
“Sure you are.”
“I am.”
I spat to the side and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. My stomach rolled again.
Oh, wonderful. Because apparently nearly dying, fighting a rogue woman with boundary issues, watching my ex get dragged off into exile, and finishing a mating ceremony while covered in smoke and blood was still not enough excitement for my body.
