8 Madden
As soon as I looked into her amazing gray eyes, the entire world went quiet for a few seconds and I turned my head to the side to prevent anyone from seeing my coffee-brown eyes glow, a big sign of the presence of my wolf, as I recognized what she was to me.
My true mate.
But as soon as I heard her name, I knew it was impossible for us to ever mate. After all, I couldn’t mate with a girl who had been a prostitute in a trafficking den even though her physical features and figure fit my tastes perfectly.
From the long legs revealed by the old faded baggy shorts she was wearing to the thin waist revealed by her cropped top as she walked; to her androgynous face, thin cupid bow lips, cute nose, and those almond-shaped gray eyes.
Other than her small boobs, which differed from t
