My Werewolf Mate

The scent hit you first, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that made your wolf purr deep in your chest. He was there. Luke Mason. Your fated mate. Stopping dead in the hallway, you locked eyes with the white boy with ocean-colored eyes who was everything you'd ever dreamed of. Your wolf howled, a joyous, desperate sound, urging you closer.

Before you could process, you were being pulled, strong hands guiding you into the dim confines of a janitor's closet. Pressed against the cool wall, his face inches from yours, your wolf cried out in anticipation. But it was too soon.

His lips met yours, a soft, unexpected kiss. Not exactly romantic given the dusty surroundings, but it was him, your mate, and the world narrowed to just the two of you in that moment.