Jack’s point of view
I hurried down the stairs, surrounded by the sweet scent of jasmine, feeling an indescribable force pulling at my instincts.
My mate was here in the pack house. Being away from my pack for so long on various assignments, I hadn't encountered her sooner.
As I entered the dining area, I spotted my mate engrossed in cleaning. Her long, raven-black hair flowed down her back, and the silhouette of her dress from behind was breathtaking. I could feel her becoming aware of my presence. Surprised, she dropped the dishes she was holding and turned to face me, her stunning figure hidden beneath an apron.
"You're my mate?" she asked, her stance unwavering as she looked at me.
Upon hearing her voice, my heart skipped a beat, knowing that she, too, felt the pull of our mate b
