Every werewolf is assigned a mate, that’s just the law.

Hudson was a very desired alpha. His navy and black werewolf coat was rough, and messy, always. He had a fluffy tail, and ears, that were always pushed down from his every day life. He was a military commander of the country. The country was over the whole of north America, and was quite large, so he was always traveling.

He now had to get a mate. He was 29, and it was a law. He couldn't hold off any longer. There was a program for werewolves who needed mates, so of course, he hoped on. But now, since he was 27, he couldn't find anyone that he thought would work. And he was picky. He was dominate in every single way, every way. He always wanted to be in control, so he wanted someone.. submissive. Yet, every girl who he had somewhat of a close match with, always fought with him. So, he gave up for a bit.

Hudson was one day on his phone, relaxing a little bit before a meeting. When he got a notification. For the first time ever, he had a 98.7% match with someone on the mating program. He had never gotten even close to a 90% match, but 98? He would have to check this out.