CHAPTER 4
MAE“Mate?” I whispered.
Part of me thought for just a moment that I was his mate. It would make sense. I had this odd attraction to him that I couldn’t seem to quite shake.
I glanced at the tattoo on his chest of the woman in white—his Moon Goddess—which peeked out from under his shirt, and my heart ached. But as much as I wanted to be his, I couldn’t be. It was impossible. Werewolves didn’t mate with humans. Dad had told me, Brett had told me, Luca had told me—and he was a wolf, so he obviously knew.
With fury rushing through me, I slammed my hands into Damon’s chest to push him back. “Why would you take me home? Why wouldn’t you just leave me at the bar? Were you planning to sleep in the same bed as me, even when you knew who your mate was?”
Once mates met, they connected
