I asked him, my voice tinged with confusion and frustration, "What's the point of bringing Linda here? You knew how important the scent was to us werewolves. Your mate was determined by the moon god, and the scent was how we were supposed to find our mate."
Alex's gaze hardened, and his grip on my wrist tightened forcefully. "I don't care. You're my mate. I want you."
His words struck me like lightning, leaving me stunned by the sheer determination and possessiveness in his eyes. For a second, I found myself speechless, the weight of his words sinking in. My heart raced, torn between the emotions that surged within me.
The silence stretched between us, the intensity of his gaze locking us in a moment of raw vulnerability. I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out.
