Abel
From the moment she walked in—covered in blood—my wolf snapped awake and screamed one word: mate.
It hit me so hard I couldn’t look away from her. Every instinct urged me to claim her right there in that room, but something deeper, something rational, forced me to hold myself back.
Then Alan barged in, saw her standing there, and the fear on his face was unmistakable. He admitted she was the one who beat him.
And the admiration I already had for her skyrocketed.
But then I heard her age.
Sixteen.
Sixteen?
The number alone shut down every thought in my head. I couldn’t make a sixteen-year-old my Luna. I wasn’t going to cross that line. I needed a woman who had already matured, someone who could give me an heir now, not in two years.
People may think it’s not that serious, but
