A Werewolf's True Mate
A cold wind swept through the clearing, and I felt the chill penetrate to my bones despite my wolf's natural warmth.
To my horror, several older unmated wolves actually stepped forward at Axel's invitation, drawn by my family's status despite the humiliating circumstances.
Axel guided an older wolf forward—a male at least twenty years I senior with graying fur at his temples and yellowed fangs.
He leered at me with undisguised hunger. "The Silverblood daughter looks quite fertile and strong-hipped."
Derek and Kai physically pushed me toward him.
I recoiled in disgust, my wolf bristling beneath my skin, begging to break free and attack.