“Mate,” he growled out, “Mine!” Wait what. What was going on? I looked into his eyes in shock. I took his appearance in slowly, as I looked down at the tanned muscular arms that held me in place. He was much taller than I was. His golden blonde hair naturally fell to the side. His dark blue eyes looking at me as if he was looking into my soul with such intensity and ferocity,
Every part of me immediately accepted that I was physically attracted to the man standing in front of me. But aesthetics aside, I didn’t feel that he was my mate. How could I have a mate when I didn’t even have my wolf? If I was honest with myself, the mere sight of this man left me feeling something I had never felt before. It both excited me and scared me.
Why was he calling me his mate, I asked myself. I felt m
