Still Meg's POV

The men burst into laughter.

"Meg, I would almost think you have found your fated mate," yawns Romero. "But allow me to remind you that you are only eighteen and will have to wait three more years?"

And again, they roar with laughter.

Dazed, I look at them, the scent still lingering in my head. My mate? Indeed, I am not yet the right age to detect him. But then what was this heavenly scent that compels me to look for him? I can barely contain myself, Marty, my wolf is starting to get restless.

"If it is a powerful Alpha who has been begging the Moon...