Synopsis

Caleb fiercely glared at me, "I imagined my mate to be a little more obedient and do what I tell them to do, but you're the exact opposite of that. How disappointing." He shot at me with a cold look in his eyes, his face hardening.

I'm not a fucking pet. He can't treat me like I'm his dog or cat.

I took multiple steps away from him, distancing myself.

I scowled, "Well I imagined that I would never have a mate seen as I've never wanted one, but things seemed to have turned out a little differently. Not much I can do, bud." I shot back at him.

Caleb went from glaring at me to looking at me blankly as everyone fell silent.

Shit.

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Mates.

Every wolf has one. Some do not want a mate and some do want a mate.

At least, Lana Silver didn't want a mate.

That was until Caleb.