Emma closed her eyes and fought back tears.
She sat in her car with the windows rolled up, struggling with her emotions and thoughts. The parking lot emptied as ten minutes turned into an hour and continued ticking. Staring at her office building, she tried to fight off the bitter taste of submission and disappointment that ate her gut like acid.
She was his mate.
A werewolf.
Yes, she wasn’t in a relationship and her hopes of falling in love were dying a gradual death. But she was not thrilled with the idea of being betrothed to a person. A werewolf. She thought of the fantasies she had about her life and wondered how it would fit in. Then she realized it couldn’t.
She wondered if sneaking into the warehouse had hastened his plans to claim her and she let out a long sorrowful moa
