n't let go of her hand, not until she let go herself. She reluctan

p in his throat as his eyes went down from her brown eyes dow

e no wolf? " He distracted himself by ask

ppened. The mate bond used to be really beautiful in her mind. The concept of meeting your soulmate is surreal ye

" He asked again, insisting

mate rejected me, and just like that, I'm wolfless. " She averted her gaze. His eyes were too deep and i

oice. The woman let out a small chuckle. She didn't know how to prop

a human right now. I can't shift, I don't have enhanced senses, or the ability to talk through mind link. T

pulled her close, "It's impossible to be mated when you don't have a wolf. I saw your eyes change

sed about. Their distance, above all,

on. Sapphire could see annoyance in his eyes. No, it wasn't dir

tly what I said. My wolf called to you because you're my mate.

e right now. He could hear her breathing and almost hear her raging heartbe

es were firm but reassuring, and they quickly erased all of the questions sh

ed deep in his throat and his actions grew rougher with his wolf intervening. It

their way to places that made her gasp in pleasure. Was he really her mate? Did the goddess g

e in height, but the alpha never stumbled. The opposite of Sapphire, whose knees felt like jelly right now. She could

every bit of his touch could send thousands of pleasures to her end. His kisses continued with Sapphire's no response to his offer. He ke

y has been very supportive and protective of her, but she knew that they considered her situation as a handicap, but she couldn't

en all she could think about right now is h

e bond would be completed with them marking each other as theirs. Her reaction shows how much she wanted to be m

eep into a bond both of

nfirmed what they did. She felt blood rushing to

y didn't lose a button from their "encounter" earlier. She cou

"I believe you, but can you really accept a mate like me? " He couldn't an

and the goddess. This is

the pack house. Sapphire was the one who asked the question becau

Who would love a were