I’ve dated a lot of omegas but never settled down. The timing was off. It didn’t feel right. There was no passion. And before I knew it, my thirties and most of my forties pass me by.
More than ever, I crave an omega to call my own. A family to love. I’ve given up on those things. Fated hasn’t smiled on me.
My panther has retreated because of it, only wanting to shift once in a while. I didn’t blame him.
A letter in a blue envelope and marked with a wax seal takes me by surprise, but even more surprising? The invitation inside. One weekend. One chance.
And, according to my friends, my shot at finding my true mate. Because no one left the Bearclaw Inn without a mate.
