At least she won't feel the mate pull. Raul mused, watching his beta and pack doctor stare at him. They couldn't believe that he had called his mate rubbish.
Well, what were they expecting? The girl didn't have a wolf, and she didn't have anything spectacular. Just plain Jane? It was good that he had chosen to cut her off. The earlier the better, despite the temptation and sin that her lips offered.
He looked on, amused when his two friends shook their heads. Mimicking them, he shook his too, feeling very suddenly tired, his ears remaining attuned to the door since that movement. There was nothing.
Of course he knew who had been eavesdropping on the earlier. It was Azeera. That was the nature of hehr footsteps, and her sickly scent. For some reason, her scent repulsed him now.
