-You don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great-
Swallowing the last piece of grilled meat deer in my mouth, I turn to see Xander Cage with another wolf standing beside him. His beta, perhaps. Xander’s signature smirk was plastered on his face like usual, and I curse mentally upon looking into his intense electric blue orbs. They never fail to draw me in, and a part of me hated it because I already have a mate. Even if he does not want me for now, I need to keep in mind that he is still here. No need to f**k up my messed up mating further.
Cage’s tone body was cladded in a white fitted slack and linen buttoned up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black combat boots, and hair tied up into a man bun. I can physically see the lines and contours of his
