I have A Mate..

Lucian sat hunched over the massive wooden desk in the pack house library, his eyes scanning the brittle pages of yet another old book.

His fingers trembled as he flipped through the delicate parchment, desperate to find something, anything, that would tell him how to sever a mate bond. His mind was a storm, an endless loop of frustration and fear.

He had searched for hours. No, days.

The bookshelves loomed over him, filled with countless records of werewolf history, laws, traditions, yet none spoke of what he needed.

His hands clenched into fists, his vision blurring from exhaustion. His head throbbed, a relentless pounding against his skull, but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He was running out of time.

His heart twisted violently every time he thought about it. The pull. The scent. The presence of a mate he hadn't even met. He didn't want her. He didn't want fate. He wanted Aiden.

But the Moon Goddess had decided otherwise.