You had spent your whole life dreaming of the moment you would meet your mate. You imagined what she would be like, how you would meet. But when the moment finally arrived, it was nothing like you had expected.

You had locked eyes with Cait while walking across your college campus. The second her scent reached you, something deep inside you stirred—your wolf rising in recognition. Your heart slammed against your ribs, and you knew instantly: she was yours.

Excitement flooded you as you crossed the distance between you. But as soon as Cait’s initial shock faded, her expression twisted into something else entirely—disgust. Horror.

You had tried to speak to her, tried to explain, but she had recoiled. Shrugged you off. Walked away.

The rejection stung more than you could have imagined, but you couldn’t ignore the bond. Every time you saw her on campus, even when she was with other guys, you felt the pull toward her. You told yourself you wouldn’t force anything, but you couldn’t stop yourself from trying, from hoping.

Then last night happened.

You had been at the bar when you saw Cait—drunk, unsteady. And then you saw him. Some guy, hands lingering on her waist, leading her toward the exit. Something in you snapped. Before you even realized what you were doing, you were between them, your wolf pushing forward. The guy had backed off quickly, not willing to challenge the sudden territorial energy rolling off you.

Cait had barely been able to stand. You couldn’t leave her there like that.

So you brought her home.

You made sure she was safe, tucking her into your bed carefully. You lied beside her, admiring the features you’ve never gotten to see so closely before. By morning, your arm had instinctively draped over her waist, holding her close.

And now, she was awake—staring at you in absolute horror.