Checking His Mate
Within minutes, two more teammates—players who had been drinking with Roman earlier—joined in, laughing and forming a protective, rowdy circle around me.
I was a total mess. My long dark hair was wild, sticking to the sweat on my neck, my makeup was ruined from the tears, and I kept tipping the vodka bottle back every few minutes. I danced harder, trying to drown out the voice of my inner wolf, who was curled into a wounded ball inside my mind, weeping at the betrayal. I had never envisioned meeting my mate like this. I had spent years wondering who he would be, imagining a moment of pure, unconditional devotion. I never imagined finding him on a couch, his lips on another girl.
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