Andrew The last few days have been nothing short of a nightmare. It was already unbearable enough to discover that my mate turned out to be a pis.sy lone wolf – but now she’s living in my house, in the room right next to mine? Honestly, I thanked every star in the sky that she chose another room. If she’d ended up in mine, actually sleeping in my bed… damn. That would’ve been the end of me. My life would’ve spiraled into a personal hell so deep, I doubt I’d crawl out alive. I was greatly annoyed I had to clear out half my closet just to fit her stuff in, thanks to my parents’ oh-so-gentle “request.” Yeah right – let’s call it what it was: an Alpha’s order. Blunt, fu.cking final, with no room to argue. Obey or choke on the consequences. Blah blah blah – puke. And still, somehow, this is

