My fated mate is now my intern.
My wolf wants her, but I dont believe in second chances.
People don’t change.
When the bond fell into place, she was eighteen to my forty years.
She was Clingy. Jealous. Controlling.
We weren’t compatible so I walked away.
Now she’s back— all grown up.
Smart. Professional. Dangerously calm.
And working directly under me.
I told her it’ll never work.
That I want nothing to do with her.
She says she’s here for experience.
But She’s also running from a hunter attack against her and her pack.
I cant send her back.
I keep it professional.
But one look, one scent… and my wolf is clawing to claim her.
When she smiles, my wolf growls. Every time she speaks, I forget to breathe.
I cant resist.
Just when I start to believe the bond is real, she disappears—taken during a midnight run.
Panic gives way to primal rage.
She’s mine and I’ll burn every last one of them to get her back.
