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The faint scent of something dark and expensive lingering in the air wood, spice, something almost smoky. Elias ran a finger along the spines, scanning titles. History. Economics. Philosophy. Control disguised as curiosity, he thought absently. He crouched to reach the lower shelf, pulling out one book, then another. When he straightened, his elbow brushed the desk. Something slid. He caught it automatically before it hit the floor. A matchbook. Black. Matte. Thick cardstock. Elias stared at it. His pulse kicked hard enough to make his ears ring.

He said and I exhaled. "Is it possible to feel mated to someone but you don't know who?" I asked him and he stared back at me like I had grown horns. I waved him off and picked a file. I know he will not be able to relate. "Do you feel attached to someone?" He asked but I shook my head. "When are you going to meet your mate?" I asked him and he scoffed with a shrug. "My Beta needs a mate. The two leaders of a pack can't be without mates. One has to have. And besides, I don't want a playboy Beta." I said jokingly and he snorted.

Read my books which include. -Ugly and Insecure. -My roommate wants a piece of me. -The rejected nagin. Thanks.

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I remember how she declined my handshake with a frown and decided to talk to Ace about it. “Ace?” I muttered to him. “Yes Creed” he responded back to me. “Do you think Erica likes me?” I asked Ace “She should, you’re her mate” he replied to me. “Remember that she declined with a rigid look on her face when I tried shaking her” I muttered to him. “Maybe she doesn’t like handshakes” Ace replied to me as I grinned. “Well I’m possessive over her already, she’s beautiful and I promise to mark her as mine because she is mine and only mine” I muttered.

Mia said to her, grinning from ear to ear. “Anything for you and my baby,” Luna grinned, patting my shoulder. Seeing the two most important women in my life relating so well made my heart swell and I felt like a fulfilled man. My mom hadn’t thought twice before accepting a human girl as my mate but then, my happiness waned little at the thoughts of the opinion of the rest of the pack members. Although they all knew she was a human and had been working in the packhouse for a while, as Madre had told me, it would take a lot of convincing for them to come to terms with it that she was no longer just a human maid, but my mate and the future Luna of Blackwood pack. But then, the opinion of the pa

Michael says quietly , seeming on edge ; if his glares at Jace were of any hint . " Where's the book ? " Jace asks again , seeming annoyed by the blanter they put forth . Michael drops it on the coffee table with a slam recieving a glare in return from Jace . Regardless , he picks up the book and observes the cover and index . " It seems to be it . " He starts flipping through the pages in search of the weapon section . I take a seat beside him and lean back on the couch , resting my chin on my hand . " Are you sure it's here ? " I asked and on cue the section of weapons is opened and he turns through all sorts of things . Guns , swords , poisons ..

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I shift uncomfortably in my seat when Noah walks in and stands beside me with a sad smile on his lips. I go to ask him what’s wrong when Shari brings in a large black book. It looks ancient. The edges of the pages have yellowed over the years and will no doubt crumble when touched. She places the book on the table in front of me as she flicks her wrist as the pages turn and stop. I place my mug down and shuffle forward, and read the names. When I gasp at the names, I am seeing. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. Robert and Jennifer have a fabricated mate bond!

“Jace, I thought we were friends!” He rolls his eyes, and I sigh. “Fine, fine!” I walk over to the matchmaker’s table, trying to compose myself. I have no idea what to expect, but I can’t let my nerves get the better of me. I owe it to myself to give this a shot. After all, how else will I ever find my true mate? The matchmaker hands me a stack of photos, each one featuring a different man. As I flip through them, I can feel Jace’s eyes boring into me. It’s like he’s trying to read my mind, trying to figure out what I’m thinking.