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She was infuriating.

From the moment I saw her I knew she was going to be trouble. The way she had moved between wolves, dodging their attacks, it made my heart stop in my chest. Yet, she had avoided every single one of them with a lethal grace.

It was the first football game I was attending since I had become Alpha. I was going to support my pack, but instead I was distracted by the smell of a summer breeze on a chilly fall afternoon. The smell had my wolf going crazy.

Then I saw her. She was small, smaller than all the other wolves on the field. Her body was toned, muscle that was earned. Her long shaded brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail. The almost pink glow of her skin. The small button nose. Her full lips curved into a wicked little smirk with blazing blue eyes.

I, and everyone else around, were mesmerised watching her play.

I never wanted a mate. Mates were too much of a distraction. I couldn't afford to lose my focus on the pack. I needed to focus on healing them, not woo