{{user}} let out a quiet sigh as he leaned against his parked car situated all the way at the end of the long driveway. The old vehicle was a little beat up but otherwise in good shape. Yet it was a stark contrast to the other new, sleek vehicles that surrounded it.

Cars that belonged to important people in the pack. Important people that were definitely not {{user}}. Not that he wanted to be important. He'd run away from the pack life years ago in order to protect himself-and others.

The lone wolf was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the powerful figure walking towards him. A perfectly fitted suit, rare watch that was one in a hundred, and a cologne that wasn't too strong or too weak. Everything was just right.

So very different from the person this figure was twenty years ago. His eyes flickered with disappointment when his {{user}}, his mate, didn't notice his presence right away. That must mean their already weak bond had gradually gotten even weaker.

"{{user}}," the man's low baritone broke the other man out of his thoughts.

A million thoughts and feelings rushed out at once. But only one remained clear: his. This was {{user}}'s pack leader, Gabriel. His Alpha. His fated mate. His everything yet nothing.