Rejecting the Mating Bond

a's

been best friends since childhood and he's always treated me like the little sister. But something

ze making me shiver every damn time. And I would always be able to tell when he was around because the fine hair on my nape would stand in

ve, a werewolf version of the Interstate Soccer Championships. And when he got older, he could get any woman he set his eyes on. And then when he was at Lindersay, he was always top in class, always beating the odds and winning a

had set his

Ruth over the phone. "I'm his best friend's little sister that he's not supposed to h

m anyway." I could visualize Ruth rolling her eyes at the prospect. "I do envy you for getting h

' and I'd feel like a complete idiot for asking. Of course she was jealous! Clay was the future alpha, he was a power. Everyone wanted to b

re. If anything was to happen between me and Clay, it'll be a private deal. I wouldn't let anyone find out, not my fami

but I usually kept most things to myself. And from the conversation I just had with Ruth, some

ess, so I decided to go for a run in the woods to calm my wolf. Wh

ley and paired it with a pair of black track pants for flexibility. Since no one

raight into the woods and started to run. I took a few moments to warm up for a bit, running lazily before I started to pu

l a wolf. An animal of the wild, a child of the forest and of the moon Goddess. Exhilaration pumped through my blood as the scent of fresh pine hit my

in both wolf form and in human form, even though I had been too much of a chicken to parti

n't think we would ever get caught and that too by Clay. It

ts because I suddenly caught a scent in

la

iddle of the forest. But all I saw was a faint hint of golden eyes and the blurry figure of a wolf. He was f

hat even though I was fast, I couldn't outrun a wolf with alpha blood. I soon b

hase. A laugh escaped my lips when I felt Clay catching up. He was incredibly fast. I had hardly been able to trace when he had snuck up on me. It was also true that I wasn't a professionally trained

n the turning po

lso causing me to stumble over my legs and soon enough, I was on the ground, s

e tree I was about to collide into. I closed my eyes as adrenalin rushed through my body and my heart th

I saw the rich red fur of Clay's wolf, the golden hue of his eyes. He was stradd

omewhat in control and my heart no long

when he beg