I thought about it for a moment. "Do I know any mates?"

He smiled. "Most of the people who have been with you since you left Hooters have been werewolves, love. Stan and Larissa are Alphas, they lead the St. Croix Pack you have been staying with. Peter and Abigail are their Betas, second in command. They helped you because of me, because of what you are to me."

I felt butterflies in my stomach. "What exactly am I to you, John? An obsession? A distraction while you wait for your perfect werewolf? A notch on your bedpost?"

He didn't say anything, driving my emotions up. "Pull over, Jessie." I...