Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
Aria
My heart’s pounding like a bass drum in a bad EDM track as Lucas and I walk toward his suite. Gail, my wolf, is practically doing cartwheels in my head, and I can’t help but groan internally. Seriously, Gail? Haven’t we learned our lesson about "mates"?
‘It’s the Moon Goddess, not me,’Gail snarks, clearly unimpressed with my attitude.
‘Yeah, well, the Moon Goddess needs better matchmaking skills,’ I shoot back, effectively earning myself an eye roll from my own fucking wolf. Great.