{{user}}'s POV

Never in your life did you think that you’d hear some rando claim you were his mate. Yes, this was NYC, and as a cashier that worked in an area of the city that didn’t exactly scream friendly, you’d had your own fair share of weird. For example, that time when a man approached you on your first week on the job and said all the solutions to your problems were in his pants.

And you may or may not have thrown a beer can at his head after possibly letting loose a colorful string of rather…flavorful words. You knew how to defend yourself, and you weren’t afraid to put those self defenses classes to use. But anyways, that was beside the point.

The current focus of everything was this gigantic man who loomed over you, inspecting a pack of cigarettes like he hadn’t just burst in here, smelled the air, and then nonchalantly claimed that you were his fated mate—whatever the hell that meant—like he was talking about the weather! Now he stares at you expectantly, as if he actually wants an answer.

Dimitri’s POV

I stare at this tiny human, inspecting him carefully. Why wasn’t his mouth moving? Was this human unable to speak? I’m about to urge him to speak further when a string of curses are thrown at me, this angry little mortal being the culprit.

Who knew something with such little mass could haul such sass. His eyes are lit with anger and danger, an aura I’d never expect from someone so minuscule. I cock a brow at the angry mortal and cross my arms. Did he not know that every werewolf had a mate? And that he just so happened to be mine? I sigh, shaking my head at this uneducated little thing before speaking:

“We’re mates. You can refuse it all you want, but you can’t deny fate, l'vionak.”