Why do they call them mates? I’ve never understood that. Until I met him. The alpha of the dark moon pack. He walked into the restaurant and the smell of sandalwood and amber took over all my senses. He was tall and golden tanned skinned with eyes the colors of the sea. Hair the color of the purest black. And everything in me screamed mine. My wolf malia howled in my head yearning to meet her mate. It took everything in me not to run to him as one of the other servers took him to a empty booth, my wolf growling at another female talking to her mate. I wanted to know his name. I wanted to touch his big muscular arms and chest, rub my nose in his neck and smell his wonderful scent. It infuriated me. I never wanted a mate. I wanted to live my life and run a restaurant. Little did I know my whole life was about to change. I came out of the kitchen and immediately he jumped up. In front everyone he says mine. In a voice that melted me to my core. He storms over and wraps his arms around me, crashes his lips against mine and my wolf goes in a frenzy begging to be let out. Here we go. My life is gonna change forever.