KittiMorningstar
I just turned 18.
I was told I should be finding my mate soon.
Part of me wanted a mate, part of me was hoping he wasn't an ass.
That smell. My Mate's smell. The smell of a campfire and s'mores, and a little mix of pine needles.
I looked around the gym, and saw a tall muscular man, shirtless with a tattoo on host chest, long black hair, bright blue eyes. I noticed him walk towards me.
"What's your name?" He asked in a demanding way.
"Alexandra Brown." I replied, hoping he was going to accept.
"I, Leon Ale, Alpha of Red Moon Pack, Reject you Alexandra Brown."
A look of defeat came across my face. Then I smiled. "You're going to regret that."