Alpha Reid
C.J. Primerdo wolf packs have alphas
he asks, sensing my confusion.
“I don’t see my name,” I mumble. “Do you?”
“You’re with me,” Reid supplies, moving to step beside me and offering an encouraging smile. “C’mon, I want you to meet some of our Denver allies.”
He takes my hand and leads me across the field to where most of the other alphas and their mates are gathered, and I immediately recognize Astrid’s brother. He looks similar to her- same caramel skin, full lips, and sharp bone structure. What he’s missing, though, is Astrid’s contagious smile; he seems incredibly focused and serious, brow furrowed, lips set in a tight line.