Mafia Alpha's Wolfless Mate
A new kind of pain clutched and set in my chest, simmering dangerously.
While Kaleb interacted with a woman in a friendly and soft tone, I drew another deep breath before my eyes could glow.
When I lifted my gaze and looked at her, my wolf— my stupid fucking wolf, Coal— just claimed his mate. “Mine.”
This is not happening. As much as I loved to have a mate, finally, this wasn’t right. I couldn’t help but ask the Goddess why.
For fuck’s sake, why does she have to be a human?