I turned to stare at him, eyebrows raised. "Excuse me?"
"You're attractive," he said, matter-of-factly, like he was commenting on the weather. "It's not a compliment, just a fact. So I'm asking."
My jaw tightened. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
He glared at me, eyes narrowing.
I leaned back, crossing my arms. "If we're going to be close enough to have this conversation, you should share, too."
He snorted, a sound caught somewhere between annoyance and amusement. "I've been too busy to look for a woman to be by my side. Besides, I want to find my mate."
I blinked, genuinely shocked. "Your mate? Darien, that's … rare. Most wolves don't even recognize their mates anymore. It takes time, connection. You could miss her entirely and never even know."
His expression didn't waver. "It depends
