Pollux.
The last few days I had spent with Trixie had been amazing. I had marked her as my mate. Right now, I lay on the bed watching her walk around my room with her hair hanging down in ringlets over her shoulders in nothing but a see-through black robe. All I wanted to do was take her again.
She was beautiful and smart, and to think I thought ill of her made me disgusted with myself. How could I have ever thought that way about my mate when fate destined her to be with me?
Regardless of what species she was.
Pushing aside the guilt that had formed over my initial behavior towards Trixie, I relished the sweet moments I had with her now. It had only been a few days since we mated, and the entire time we spent wrapped in each other’s arms, learning more and more about each other with every waking moment.
She was strong, and I had no doubt now when the time came for me to return home, she would make a fierce and amazing Luna to my pack.
