WOLF BOUND [FATED] novel Chapter 3

Callum Ford attempted to shake off his shock. He'd known his mate would find him. Dream-pairing only occurred when a wolf female was ready to mate, and his woman had come at him like a freight train. She'd been nervous but eager in their encounters, shaking off her inhibitions as though she wasn't aware the dreams were real. He'd known it was in a female wolf's nature to play hard to get, so he'd bided his time.

Once a woman got a taste of her male, she'd instinctually track him down. The distance wasn't a factor. Instinct paved the way. What he hadn't known was the woman who haunted his nights would show up at his shop for a tattoo, or that she'd be human.

Correction. Half-human.

She was a combination of both, wolf and woman, each scent unique and undeniable. Judging by her response to him, she'd never even seen a werewolf before. That being said, he was certain she didn't know what she was. Everything slowly came together, providing him with a clearer understanding of his mate. She hadn't known the dreams were a means of communication between them. She hadn't had a clue what was taking place between them. If that was the case, what in the hell was she doing here? Where had she come from?

He drew a breath, taking in her scent.

Pure feminine heat assailed him, clean and rich, the hot fragrance of her cunt slamming into his lungs. She smelled good enough to eat, as sweet and warm as honey. He'd drown in her, lapping at her slit until she came long and hard. Afterward, he'd bury himself inside her, fucking them both to oblivion, claiming her in every way imaginable.

What the fuck?

His muscles tensed, his wolf growling in his head.

He fought for control, trying to ice his desire.

She was human, not a wolf. He could scare her if he didn't watch himself. If he wasn't careful, he could also hurt her, and a werewolf never harmed his mate. He was shaken by his lack of control, caught off-guard by how she affected him. His primal urges rushed to the forefront, his wolf ready to take over.

Realization hit, hard and fast.

She's on the brink of her heat.

A part of him wanted to rage at the injustice of her predicament. Due to her genetics, she might not be able to shift. Most wolves considered the inability to change a weakness. It was one of the reasons humans weren't mated with unless the man couldn't resist the nature of his beast. Being half human half wolf wasn't easy, not if you lived a life among a pack.

Fuck. The pack.

There was a huge possibility that they'd shit a brick when he introduced her to them, especially if she wasn't able to shift. Stability was always an issue when it came to wolves, but with the tension between the packs in the area, things had become worse. The men and women who looked to him for balance would expect their Alpha to do the right thing, to put their well-being over his, even if it meant turning his back on the one woman meant for him.

He suppressed a snarl and tried to fight for control. He wasn't going to allow his mate to walk out of his life. Not after he'd waited so long for her.

Somehow, he'd make things work. It was his responsibility to protect his female and his people. At his age, he'd seen and survived a lot of shit. He'd be damned if he let his mating come in the way of what he'd worked so hard to accomplish.