Third Person.
' Is that what you want?' Larry's voice had been filled with bitterness as he asked.
She had always been kind. In his eyes, she was the most generous person he knew. Growing up with her, there were times that he had wished that she would turn out to be his mate.
But when he had turned eighteen and went looking for her, under the guise of inviting her to the werewolf palace to celebrate his birthday, he had secretly sniffed her, hoping to be hit by some appetizing scent, hoping to confirm that his childhood sweetheart was his mate but he was faced with disappointment..
She wasn't his mate.
She was perfect but was not his.
He had sworn to only marry his mate, so no matter how much he would have loved to marry Sally, he simply couldn't.
When he rejected her confessi
