*** Tony ***
F@ck, it’s her. A few months ago I would not have thought it possible to die from anxiety and happiness simultaneously, but for the second time in less than six months I thought my heart might literally explode.
She found me.
My mate.
For the last few months, I’d fallen asleep every night swamped with chaotic mixed feelings. Prominent among them was regret. The mental image of that goddess as she moved on the dance floor, completely content to be alone, was burned into my brain. Unlike every other woman I’ve ever come across, she wasn’t trying to capture my attention, the alpha’s attention. I knew I was decent looking. I was also the strongest in my pack. But I wasn’t naive enough to think it was those qualities women wanted me for. In my experience, it was about my money
