Chapter 7 Hands off my mate

•°•TOBIAS•°•

I am not okay.

Not one bit.

On one hand, my wolf—Darius—is losing his shit over finding his mate. Since the night I'd saved her, I haven't been able to sleep. I smell her everywhere, on everything. Strawberries and cream. Fuck, it's taking over my senses.

And now my 'mate' i...

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