#Chapter 48

Mae’s POV I sit in silence, wrapped in my faux fur blanket on the couch while Henry makes me tea. He rifles through my tea options before asking, “Does peppermint sound good?” My heart sinks at this clue that my gut feeling was right and that Henry is not my mate. Because the white Alpha would know how much Blaze loves Mora berries and would have offered that tea instead. “Peppermint’s fine,” I answer half-heartedly. For just a moment, part of me wonders if the white Alpha is Aaron, but I immediately shut the thought down. How dare I wish for my mate to be the one who treated me so poorly my entire life? I should have more self-respect than that. I ask Blaze within us to verify that even if she won’t tell me who the white Alpha is, he is my mate. Yes. The last rays of sunshine are swallowed by the horizon as the tea kettle whistles. I sit in overwhelming disappointment, struggling to fully acknowledge the truths that would be so much easier to deny. Then Henry is sitting