My father’s timing could not have been any worse. I was kissing her. The girl that I wanted to be my mate. My wife. And she had been the one to kiss me, not a kiss I had dropped on her… f**k, time had changed. How could a matter of days turn my world upside down? I was damn near certain I did not even want a wife, but that I would go along with pack tradition because it was exactly that: pack tradition. It was expected of me. Yet now, having met Lena, and conjured up our plan in our minds, I cannot imagine her gone. I seem to have become attached far too easily, and I don’t know if that is a worrying thing or not. But damn, was that kiss good…
Adjusting my somewhat disheveled clothes after our moment of craving one another, I moved toward the front door, trying hard to calm my racing hea
