Chapter 8
This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.
No wonder wetness pooled between my legs when I saw my brother having s*x with Vicky. It was not because I was dissolute, but because my wolf smelled the scent of my mate. I went into heat when my mate was f*****g another woman.
Everyone knew that My brother, Osborn, had many lovers. His lovers talked about how big his d**k was and
