Tame Me My Forbidden Mate

Tamara POV.

I'm Tamara Morningstar; my parents are the mighty Alpha Franco Morningstar and the common she-wolf, Lolita.

The day I am writing this is one of the most significant in my entire life. So, I'm walking with a combination of urgency and anticipation.

"What intrigues me is who exactly is responsible for the ubiquitous aroma. If I'm lucky, my companion will be a good person." I make a sound as I try to track down my friend by his scent.

Because I am already the strongest in our pack, I am not looking for a strong mate; instead, I seek a loving and caring one.

When I finally got there, I could pinpoint the origin of the enticing aroma and follow it to the park.

"David Halter here. Thank you, Moon Goddess, for the kind and caring partner you've given me. "As I cast my gaze upon David, I mumbled something to myself.

He was right in the middle of everybody. As a result, I was wary of approaching him, but I mustered the courage to initiate a conversation.

"David..." As I stopped in his rear, I yelled.

"Shit!" David swore as he whirled around to look at me. His expression of exasperation as he looked at me was unmistakable.

What's the matter is, I'm your mate," I said softly, too ashamed to speak loudly in front of the pack.

The pack as a whole laughed at my proclamation.

When I look at David, however, I see nothing but disgust and shame, and I have to wonder what on earth he is thinking.

The strongest member of the pack is David's partner.

"Good news, right here, right now, ha ha ha! Whenever there's trouble, or we need to go hunting, we'll take David's mate because he isn't powerful."

"Follow me!" David says something and walks away from the others.

While trailing behind him, I offer my services as a hunter.

Saying to Tamara Morningstar, "David Halter, I have rejected you as my mate!" There was a roar from David.

I was taken aback by the negative response and didn't immediately reply.

Staring blankly at David's angry face, I could do nothing but stare.

If you're kidding, I said, "it's not funny." I still wasn't convinced.

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This is not a joke. The pack is laughing at me; can't you see that? The truth is that you wouldn't make a good partner. I'm looking for someone soft and sweet to marry, not someone stronger than me." "David yelled!"

"So you don't like me because I'm too powerful for you? Is that what you mean?" I had to wait a moment, but eventually, I was able to ask.

Despite internal anguish, I hardened and composed myself.

A friend, but not a lover; please accept my rejection—a categorical assertion by David.