Nix snorted. “You already told me you ran Tuesdays and Fridays, yet every day I looked for you, there was no one. I’m tired of inconsistent males trying to impress me.” Nix turned away from him. “If you are looking for a fling, or someone to mess around with, I am not your wolf.”
“What?” His surprised sounded genuine.
Nix snarled at his tone. “I said what I said.” She bunched her muscles, and I knew she intended to leave.
“Wait.” There was something in his voice that made her pause. It wasn’t panic per se, but something like it.
“What now?” She was at her wit’s end. The male had played with her too much and she was over it.
“I don’t want a fling or some wolf to mess around with. I want a mate.” His voice was clear, and there was almost a desperation for her to understand.
“Maybe
