Varg's POV
What the hell?
I groaned, clenching my fists, trying to suppress the strange sensation coursing through me. Her eyes, gleaming in my mind, refused to leave me alone, the way she looked at me, the scent of lavender that lingered in my thoughts. It wasn’t real, but it felt so tangible, as if she were standing right beside me.
“Not now,” I growled under my breath. “What the f**k is wrong with you, Alias?” My wolf had been silent, almost invisible for so long. But now, ever since she stepped into my life, declaring that one damning word—mate—he wouldn’t shut up. The distraction was unbearable, clouding my focus.
“Let the game begin!”
The voices of the two brunettes echoed as they stepped forward, holding up the signboard. They smiled, their presence signaling the start of the m
