TRUE MATE REJECTED
The rest of the pack—Adolfa, Lobo, Borris, Bleddyn, Chann, Trixie, and the others—form a half-circle.
“Jacksonville Pack,” I announce in a loud, clear voice. “Meet my True Mate, Luna.”
I draw her hand toward my lips, intending to kiss her knuckles. When I feel her resistance, I flash her a warning glare. She relents, but I doubt the effect looks exceptionally loving. When I glance at my packmates, some give me sympathetic smiles, some appear confused, a few shake their heads.
As I release my grip on her hand, my anger starts to boil. It’s not like I’m asking to mate with her in front of them. The girl could chill the fuck out a little.
Bab Populer