This woman doesn’t know me.
She absolutely is not mine.
And yet…
My Wolf is losing his damn mind.
Not angry.
Not violent.
Possessive?
Yeah, but honestly?
It’s more like he’s just happy.
Ecstatic, actually.
After forty-two years of waiting, I’ve finally found her.
My fated mate.
And she's standing right in front of us with those whiskey-colored eyes wide in surprise and those gorgeous blonde waves tumbling around her shoulders.
The scent coming off her is driving me insane.
Sugar and spice and summer rain.
She smells likemine.
Mate.
I can actually see her pulse beating at the base of her neck.
And sweet Mother Moon, I am so hard right now it's a wonder I can even stand upright.
Claim her now.
Fuck, my Wolf is getting demanding now.
Easy.
She's human.
Human women generally don't appreciate being dragged off by strange bikers who punched their dates unconscious.
Even if said dates deserved it.
Mike appears beside me, carrying a wet rag.
He tosses the rag at the guy.
“What’s his name?”Mike asks.
“Um, Brad or Chad?I forget,” my girl answers and shrugs.
I grin.Mike picks up the rag.And my girl?She looks wholly unaffected.
