Damien’s POV
These alpha works are getting into my nerves. Rogues are increasing in numbers every single day, and all larger packs are also getting stressed. Now they all want to sign treaties. I was thinking about the new safety plan. I have to keep my pack house safe. My mate is living here.
‘Our mate!’ my wolf snapped.
‘Yeah, whatever!’ I replied.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I know who it was. I can smell chocolate.
“Come in”, I said. And there she was, wearing tanned jeans and a loose t-shirt. Her long hair was tied in a ponytail. She always looks so adorable. It is getting harder for me to control myself. She was looking at my muscles and then at my lips. I chuckled. My wolf was so happy that our mate was looking at us with such admiration.
“Are you done checking me ou
