If this figure standing here is my mate, then I have to give this mate thing a trial. He is too cute to be left for anyone.
His black suit is neatly fitted on his body, showing the shape of every muscle like it was carved by the gods themselves. The fabric glows slightly under the dim candlelight, his chest rising and falling slowly like he doesn’t even care about the attention he’s drawing.
And that scent… oh, that scent. His scent fills the room, deep and sweet, with a strange pull that makes my heart twist painfully inside my chest. I can feel the tension in his body even from here. The air is thick, charged, as if his wolf is just waiting for one wrong move to break free.
“How is she doing?” His deep voice rolled out slowly, his eyes flickering toward me for just a second before shi
