*** Jeffery's POV ***
I wanted to pull her in and make her feel safe. I didn't know my mate personally, but I could tell she was afraid of something.
"She is afraid of us?" Thor, my wolf, whispered.
I painfully let go of Nicky's hand. Her eyes would flicker at mine, then back to the ground. Her skin was soft, and the sensation that ran through our touch was electrifying.
The scent of coconut and limes was drowning me, pulling me to her, but I could sense she was hesitant and scared.
I didn't want to scare her away.
If I had to earn her trust, then I would do that. But, unfortunately, I have waited too long to meet my fated mate finally.
Fifty-five years old is a long time to keep to yourself and wait for your mate. Luckily, my job kept me busy for the most part. I've had girlfriends
