Meeting my mate was absolutely the last thing I expected on this mission. Hell, I didn't even think I had a mate. I never thought I was built for mate life. Let alone f*****g pack life.
Could I be the settling down type?
Looking into Beta Dax's dark brown eyes I thought maybe I could. The man is gorgeous. Tall like a damn tree and built like a brick house. Dressed in dark blue jeans, and a white V-neck shirt. Tanned skin, I wonder what ethmicity he is. His light brown hair sat in messy curls on top of his head.
Damn, I wanna run my fingers through it. I bit my lip. I wonder what he tastes like.
The Alpha asked Logan and Lance to show us to our rooms. As I passed Dax I tried to inhale deeply without being too noticeable. Oh f**k, he smells good. Like rain and cinnamon. Hmmmmm, my fa
