Chapter thirteen

I couldn't lie to myself, nor to him, about what I felt the moment I first saw him at the hospital. When he jumped through the window and shifted into his human form, whatever stirred inside me was real. I couldn't deny that feeling, and worse—I couldn't stop it from growing.

I knew what it meant.

He was my mate.

Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run into his arms, to wrap myself around him and claim him as mine. To be his forever. But I couldn't.

It just wasn't possible.

He was everything I had spent my life opposing. He embraced violence, lived by it, made a living from it. Yes, wolves had the ability to heal quickly after a fight, but that didn't change the fact that every time he stepped into the ring, he was willing to kill.

And I knew all too well what it meant to live with someone violent. I refused to relive that nightmare again.

What a cruel joke for fate to make him my mate.