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She reminds me a lot of a cat. Her existence has given me life. And ever since I met her, I exist only for her. For her and because of her. I have no other purpose except to enjoy the moment and love Jolene Duvarak. Her existence means everything to me. It means my wolf was right: he doesn't belong in a pack, he's different. He's a lone wolf, not an Alpha. And he has a mate already, a human one. Turns out, our mate is this little black cat. I couldn’t be happier.

"Looks to me like you've strayed too far my kitten" ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

Even a King. “Condolences? Why? I couldn’t be happier,” I make it clear to everyone. Kitty Kat is different from me but at the same time, she is similar in so many ways. When I learned she was my mate, I had my doubts about her, but I wanted to see who she was as a person before I decided on how to move forward. While she was in Scotland, her messages gave me more insight into her. I push out my chest. “Kitty Kat will be the best Beta female in history.”

While she may think my cousin still wants to be married and have a happily ever after she doesn’t know his plot yet to make sure they are wed. A cruel truth my investigative team uncovered this morning. I’m not sure now is the right time to tell her though as she clicks her boots around the flat. “Shoot! He’s probably hiding from all the chaos and he hates flowers…. Mittens! Come here baby! Who wants a treat?!” Her high pitched plea yells out. Then there it is. A big fluffy Gray cat with a Maine of a lion, and the paws of large mammal comes out of her room stretching his paws.

Feline said with so much energy. “But you lie to the girls telling them that you rejected your mate. Why?” Maureen asked. “How else would I convince them to reject their mates?” Feline asked. “You are a danger to yourself and any pack you find yourself in. Our psychiatric hospital’s car is waiting outside to take you with them. You didn't heal properly from the death of your mate. They will help you,” Maureen said to Feline. “I am not mad. I don't need a psychiatrist,” Feline said, shouting at the top of her voice. At that moment, she actually looked mad.

“Ash is right. For most of us, once your parents are gone, you’re outed from the pack, that’s why we get raised in an orphanage.” “And if you don’t find a pack?” Erica asked slowly. There was a foreboding silence. “Lone wolf.” I muttered. The silence that followed was deafening. “I’m so-“ “On the bright side,” Maya cut me off, “I get to choose whatever pack that will accept me.” Maya said cheerily, sick of the pity that we were throwing at her. “So in answer to your question Erica, there is no pack. I’m free as a bird.” She exclaimed.

"It's because I am regal, cunning and proud like a cat and my mother loves cats. My siblings are Catherine and Cheshire." Wow, dedication to a theme. I could not help but giggle. I loved cats too. I had never been allowed a pet growing up in the country house as a second class citizen. I suddenly realized I could get one now. "You don't like cats, Sachin?" I asked. "I like cats, yeah. My mate has a white Persian cat named Sphinx. He hates me," Sachin said as he sautéed some mushrooms. "He's bright!" Chat jokes.

Maci. Her name on my phone screen is like a brand to my soul. My thumb hesitates, hovering over the message like it might burn me. I open it. A picture. My chest tightens as the image fills the screen. It’s her living room, dimly lit, cosy. Curled in her lap is a small, fluffy cat, its wide eyes comically ridiculous and almost smug. A faint grin tugs at my lips before I even realise it. The caption reads:

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

"Sweetie, the ceremony will soon begin. The moon is out." I looked out of the window and the moon was gracing the evening sky. It was time. Katie still added a few finishing touches and we headed outside. I was still not allowed to see Grey. He had probably already headed to the venue. He was supposed to officially meet me there. I felt so nervous that every step felt like it was my first. Katie, mum and I, along with some other female pack members, all walked into the forest. Mum was carrying little Charlotte and she looked gorgeous in her little white dress. With fiery red flowers in her lush black hair.