“Mother, for the umpteenth time, she is my mate! Isn't that what you've always wanted?” I asked her as I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“It's impossible that the moon goddess would send such riffraff your way after waiting for so long. She's a witch!” She argued and my jaw ticked in response.

“I am not having this conversation with you any longer. She is my mate and you will respect that, mother.” I said.

I was beginning to lose control and my wolf was tearing at the surface.

She took a stubborn step forward.

“And I am your mother, you will respect that. I know when...