I woke up a few hours later. My neck was a little itchy; it was probably from his mark. I could feel my mate sleeping next to me, his arms wrapped around me as though to stop me from escaping. I didn't move in hopes not to wake him up. I looked up to him. He was so irresistible with his messy hair and frown. He was the most handsome man I've ever seen, and he was mine. I watched him sleep, his chest rising and falling softly. 

And then realization dawned. I had a mate! How was this possible? How could a rogue, a feral wolf, have a mate?...