We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
A Quarter of A Man
I looked up to meet Alpha Vincent's eyes, my chest heaving. His expression went from surprised, to shocked, before suddenly, like the crazed man I was beginning to believe he was, he started to laugh. For at least a full minute, we just stood there, unable to move, and he laughed at me. His laugh was rich, and he turned, the one-sided dimple sinking. "Is it funny?" I asked once I found my voice, my eyes wide. "You think it's funny?" He chuckled again and shook his head. Slowly, he turned to me, half of his body resting on the balcony railing. "Mate? Me?" He laughed again, shaking his head. "You, your wolf, and that f*****g moon goddess have to be delusional. You can never be my mate, Jordan. Never." I hated that it hurt. But even worse was that the string of fate between us seemed to
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
