CHAPTER 2
Tacon stood there with his eyes clamped shut as he tried to regain his composure and calm his racing heart, which at the moment felt like it was breaking, because he had no idea what to do to get Wolf to recognize him as his mate.
Releasing a heavy sigh, Tacon muttered, “It’s useless. Wolf will never know.” Tacon opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the heaping pile of trash bags that sat beside the door and he sighed again.
“Damn it, Jason. You could have at least taken out the garbage,” Tacon griped softly, then pushed back from the counter and made his way to the back door.
Grabbing up a bag in each hand Tacon pushed the door open with his hip and headed toward the large dumpster in the alley. It was getting dark out, but he could still see clearly, which gave Tacon a
