The Alpha’s Accidental Mate

i

ather jacket, and it's combined with red lipstick and dark smokey eyeshad

all for

cano ready to burst. I look down at the message

d go home... My

iend Liam tonight at this fancy Italian restaurant named The

and texting me heartbreaking stuff like: "I won't ever

nking. Yet that never stopped me from making friends with Linda

my mind. Liam dumped Linda at the resta

a j

Liam st

hurrying down the stairs. Liam broke up with Linda over at the

phone, checking fo

houldn't be hard to spot him since he lacks a sense of fashion. Why do you want to kn

umped you at a restaurant, and the idiot slept with s

ne into my bag, not car

words lining up in my head for what to call him: player, ars

it coming

a tad bit bi

ve feet tall, and not very intimidating. Y

pace, sliding

! I almost spi

into another problem. A woman blocks my road and comes to

r to get past her. "But

ampede of hungry guests, but I won't

. I push other guests and somehow make

e how much my lunges craved fresh air

i drivers trying to flirt with people to ride with them. I

smells like a rogue werewolf, and I bet he can tell I'm an omeg

hud

ks ter

self to i

Liam is

only thing t

nha

re is the pur

uit. He is holding up his hand, trying to call a cab. Fleeing fro

inking in the towering behemot

retty much only dates one type of man—the tall and muscula

, loading up to shout

down; it doesn't surprise me—no on

fore him. He squints into the distance, searching the grounds w

ere..."

smile once his eyes find mine. His dark eyebrows shoot up

no-

O

tning, making me almost choke on this s

His voice is de

pi

es at the he

, this one would only need to use that British accent to win her over.

gnore the mate-bond. "No, I suppose yo

lent. It rattles my bones having so close, and there

me down to my level

d?" Lia

ent voice than from how I'm feeling on the

oesn't frighten me because most grown werewolves

ant wouldn't hurt me. I bend

for three

giant's face almo

o

he bastard

d, his lips curvin

entire package—he is drop-dead gorgeous from top to toe. Black hair, full lips, muscles for

woman in his life? He looks as if

ater when you can't keep it in your pants! A gentleman wouldn't sc

his straight: you're accusing me of havi

m. "Linda was still your girlf

en't c

YOU

his mouth twists into an anything but friendly smile; even

lows. "I don't kn

a's friend."

plains everything..." I watch him massage the temples of his