My Mate, His Perfect Solution
The mate mark binding me to my mate, Titus Mullins, had faded again.
As we attempted our ninth bonding ceremony at the Moon Goddess Temple, a close ally of his family, Sabrina Raines, caused a scene in front of the entire pack.
She accused me of having an impure bloodline, of consorting with a rival pack. She even called me a curse—a jinx who would bring disaster to the entire pack.
Instantly, the surrounding werewolves turned on me, their hostile glares pinning me to the spot.
Their venomous words felt like a cold poison, chilling me to the bone.
This time, I refused to suppress my inner wolf. I turned, heading for the Council of Elders.
But Titus grabbed me.
His powerful Alpha aura pressed down on me. He wiped my face with the pad of his thumb, his voice, once so captivating, now just making excuses for Sabrina.
"Don't be angry. She's just jealous; she's not trying to disgrace you."
"Besides, she's not targeting you; she's just taking it out on me. My wolf knows you, Rowan. Only you."
As he spoke, he shot Sabrina a look of helpless indulgence.
"Priest, if you would be so kind as to help us continue—"
I shoved his hand away. "That won't be necessary," I cut in, my voice sharp as ice.
"Let's sever the mate bond."