“For fuck’s sake, Weylin. We do not manhandle potential employees!” Derrick growled at him from across his desk.
The Alpha obviously did not know he’d spent ten minutes wrestling his Wolf when he’d walked into the bar and saw Gwendolyn with three of the Pack females surrounding her. Fuck. She looked so beautiful. Curly brown hair, big inviting eyes, totally kissable lips just sitting there so perfect, waiting for a guy like him to come and worship at her altar.
Mine.
The animal wanted to claim her right there, but his human half recognized the obstacle to his own happily ever after ending. His mate was a normal. She knew fuck all about his world, and there was no way for him to explain what she meant to him without outing them all.
The problem? It wasn’t his decision to make. At least, not alone, it wasn’t. Which led to why he was in his Alpha’s office having his ass handed to him by one angry as fuck Dire Wolf.