Author's Note- READ IT

Growing up in a pack without ever knowing my parents always bothered me. I wasn't technically born in this pack, nor in this country and I've always felt like the members of my pack 'tolerated' me due to the unlikely circumstances.
No one was surprised when I stated I wanted to leave and live a quiet life as a rogue, alone in a small town. I finally thought I would have the peace I deserved. I wouldn't have to think about werewolves, mating, the ranks in a pack and where I stood. I was a average werewolf. Mate-less.
Then, I met him.
Ruthless. Egotistical. Strong. Sarcastic. Cocky. Charming. Pulchritudinous. Chocolate.
My Mate.