My Unfated Mate
“How many Alphas do you know that haven’t found their mates?”
“Almost half of us are still mateless,” he replied, looking away for a moment as if his brain had just started working.
“Yes. And how many wolves do you know that have a second chance mate?”
“It’s easier to win the Pixie lotto than finding a second chance mate. And you know, no one ever wins that lotto. The fucking pixies cheat every year and their queen wins the jackpot,” Stormy barked in my mind.
“None. But I am a powerful Alpha, from a strong bloodline,” he exclaimed, finishing his beer with a large gulp, and hitting the empty glass on the table.
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