"I thought you didn't want me, Kassandra," Clayden's powerful voice echoed through the room as he gazed down at the woman he had pressed against the bed.

"What's changed?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Why are you opening your legs for me now?"

Centuries have passed, and Clayden has spent a lifetime waiting for his first love. But just when he was on the brink of giving up, he stumbled upon her in a car with another man. His blood boiled at the sight of his woman being held by someone else, and he vowed to do everything in his power to make her his.

After enduring years of loneliness, he wouldn't let her go without a fight. His inner wolf could not contain the lust and excitement it felt for her, and he wanted to claim her as his own as soon as she was within his reach.

Kassandra is his mate, bound to him forever. She couldn't run away from him, and he would do anything to keep her by his side.

Alpha Clayden's Human Mate

　　Herrion and I turn heads in sync after hearing someone's voice call me. I look at the face of the worried guy whom I expected the least to see me. He is with a trope of soldiers behind him, and a few start gathering around the pond.


　　Herrion pulled me close to him, ready to sheath his sword, but I stopped him. He looks at me, confused.


　　"These people are from the camp Rousseau. They are the wors—"


　　Herrion gasps and looks at me. "You know Lennon?"


　　I confusedly look at him. "Lennon?"


　　Jax took a step close to us, so Herrion became alert. However, the latter seems not bothered by Herrion's quick movements.


　　"We received a report that you were gone for hours. Jarred was quick to call me and avoided calling Clayden."


　　He sounded so serious, so I bit my lower lip.


　　"He's not going back to that place, Lennon."


CHAPTER 23 No Choice