The hound from hell, stilled at the sight of me, his nostrils flaring. He recognized me too.
A dark glimmer of longing and hunger flashed through his eyes.
Could it be? Could the look of rawness and ferocity be yearning for me?
I knew nothing of this wolf and the stories his scars had but our instant connection is inescapable and preordained. We were like two magnets snapping together in place. There was no use fighting it as there was no denying what we are. There is only acceptance, need, yearning and relief all mixed into one.
We didn’t speak but our eyes said everything we had to say.
Alek Volkov.
Alek Volkov, the Alpha of the North, the most dangerous and savage werewolf is my mate.
I should have known. The smell. The feeling. It was him. It’s always been him.
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