Checking His Mate
And then, the bond snapped.
It didn't feel like a beautiful fairy tale. It felt like a physical tether snapping into place, a thick, invisible cord wrapping around my heart and pulling with a violent, agonizing force. A scent flooded my senses—a scent so powerful it made my head spin, drowning out the smell of the club, the alcohol, everything.
Cedarwood, sharp winter air, and dark musk.
My breath hitched, a wild, ecstatic joy instantly replacing the pain in my chest. My wolf was scratching at the surface, screaming a single word over and over again: MATE. MATE. MATE.