Alpha Tristan ✓ [Republishing]

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My mother's mate tore his gaze away from her as he quickly glanced at Tristan. "Alpha, can I-"

Tristan nodded immediately. "Go, Matthijs."

Matthijs cracked a grateful smile and turned his gaze back to my mother. She stared up at him with a fragile expression. She looked as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing or feeling.

"You're alive..."

Her hands settled on his chest and for the first time since she arrived in Greenland, my mother smiled...like really smiled—it reached her eyes and she looked like the woman who raised me.

Matthijs grinned back at her and reached up to lightly caress her face. "You're alive too." He whispered back gently, a tone of disbelief coating his words. "I thought I would never meet you but you're here, in front of me and I need to know everything about you." He took her by the hand and before leading her away from the pack, he turned back to Tristan once more. "Thank you, Alpha."

I was still in shock when I watched their retreating figures that I didn't even hear the excited claps of those around me. Tristan caught my attention when he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. He smiled slowly at me and reached up with his other hand to tug the zipper of my jacket all the way down.

"Let them have this time together. Matthijs is a good man." He pulled my jacket off and took the rucksack that one of his pack members handed to him.

I gripped the hem of my top lightly before dropping my hands and expelling a breathy laugh. "I can't believe it, Tristan. She's been waiting her entire life for this." I glanced over his shoulder to see mostly everyone in wolf form already and slowly pulled my top over my head as Tristan possessively shielded me from everyone's view.

His warm hand settled on my waist and when I shivered, it wasn't because of the cold. He cracked a slow smile and with his other hand, he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. "Matthijs has too. Hopefully, this all works out for him."

I knew what Tristan meant and my heart slightly dropped at the realisation. I hoped that finally meeting her mate meant that my mother was no longer hung up on a man who had tossed her—us—aside like we were yesterday's trash. I hoped more than anything that she wouldn't be like me and hurt Matthijs to continue clinging onto a memory that was better left discarded.

It went without saying that I hoped Matthijs wouldn't hurt her too. Before I could dwell on what would be the biggest obstacle between them, me, Tristan brushed a hand over my shoulder.

"Hey, come back to me." His hand cupped my face and he pulled my attention back to him. "Let's not think about that right now, okay?

His eyes were comforting, and blue—so blue that they reminded me of the ocean. I nodded reluctantly and sighed as he pulled my bra off. The cold wind slapped against my bare skin and I hurriedly pushed my jeans and underwear down, sinking into the snow before I triggered my shift.