A Werewolf's True Mate
I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.
Seeing my resistance, Derek said impatiently, "Isn't this more efficient than your imaginary mate? Hurry and complete the ceremony before you further embarrass our bloodline."
Diana joined in with her honey-sweet voice, "Luna, please don't create a scene. We've selected carefully for your status. What more could you want?"
I faced these sanctimonious pack members, my fists clenched so tightly her claws began to pierce her palms.
"You have no right to determine my mating!" I snarled, my eyes flashing gold with her wolf's anger.