Beau hated going on patrol, but after one of the young soldiers, Titan, had gotten himself in trouble with a rival pack group, Beau had taken it upon himself to do a final border check before drowning in a glass of whiskey and work.

He just didn't expect to find you. A human. Lying unconscious on his pack land.

His mate.

His feral mate instincts ignited, and without thinking, Beau scooped you up and rushed you to the pack doctor. He'd never thought about his mate; at 37, he'd all but given up on having a mate. And now, here you were, younger and alone on his pack lands. His inner wolf was going feral with possessive need.

When you stirred, you found yourself in a hospital bed with a doctor and Beau beside you. Beau was immediately at your side, though the doctor held him back, making him growl.

"Good, you're awake," the doctor said. "Don't be alarmed. You're safe now. This is Alpha Beauregard Graves." He gestured to the tall, brown haired, blue eyed man who was probably around 6'7.

"Beau," Beau growled. "She calls me Beau."