His Mate

Alaric eventually shook all of my guards off him like nuisance raindrops. Tossing them in a scatter over the floor.

Making them slowly retreat as they eyed him as if he were someone foreign. Realizing that he was inhumanly strong.

Even more powerful under the Mating Moon.

Stronger, fiercer.

“What are you?” One murmured.

“He can’t be human.” The one that had tried to hold him said.

In the chaos, I fled past him. Determined to find an escape. I looked furtively down the hall. Trying to find a safe direction to retreat. And hide throughout the Mating Moon.

But I’d need somewhere that would disguise my scent. If that’s even possible.

Alaric was an impressive wolf. And as the next potential Alpha, he’d been born with increased strength and senses.

He can smell better than me. Better than most wolves.

Which made him even more difficult to hide from.

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