Marcel breathed a sigh of relief.
“Shouldn’t you be happy that Cheryl wants Landon as her mate?” She had no choice but to slide her hand into her lap and clench it into a fist before she punched herself. She hated, no despised, no a damn stronger word for even thinking of Landon being with anyone else. She couldn’t stand it. Didn’t want to even think about it.
Landon belonged to her. They were mates. Not Cheryl.
“Cheryl does not have what it takes to be an alpha’s mate. The way she treated her sister is proof of that, as well as her attack on you. You do not attack pack, not ever. You know the rules.”
“Why does my healing mean anything?” Alexa asked.
“Because it shows the bond happening between the two of you. What about your strength?”
“It is … it’s normal,” she said.
“And I know for a fact Landon has also regained some of his strength.” Marcel smiled. “I’m glad.”
“Marcel, what does this mean?”
“It means you’re both accepting each other, and if given the chance, you may even find yourselves mating together.” Marcel sat back. “But I guess the ultimate decision will come down to you.”
“Why me?” she asked, not liking that idea even a little bit.
“Cheryl will challenge you for the right to have Landon. It will be a battle between the two of you. You can choose to stand and fight for him, or you can walk away, leaving him to be taken by Cheryl.”
“I don’t know how I haven’t heard about this before,” she said.
“Simple, it has rarely happened, if at all,” Marcel said. Suddenly, he got to his feet. “Please, think about it.”
She didn’t have time to ask him where he was going as he’d already left.
“What was my dad doing here?” Landon asked, taking the seat his father had sat in.
Alexa wanted to tell him everything she had heard, but she also didn’t want to worry him. There would be time for that soon enough.