A fated mate lost. .

. I discovered my mate when I was eight years old-my best friend's little sister.

She was just a wolf pup, hadn't even shifted back into her human form when I vowed to protect her and to never love another the way I knew I was destined to fall in love with Anna. After all, fate had decided she would one day owned my heart.

However, The Bloodmoon Pack has many enemies, and twenty years later, I'm still searching for the mate that was taken. A heart confused.

. .

Over the years, an alpha's daughter from a rival pack would venture into my territory from time to time. The first time I saw her, she took my breath away.

Of course, that could have something to do with her shoving her boot into my gut and drop-kicking me to the ground. Still, she isn't mine.

I can't have her. I don't want Kate.

I want my missing mate. A bond broken.

. .

But when Kate shows up asking for help during a total lunar eclipse, when my pack is most vulnerable, I give in to overwhelming need-and fuck up. My canines broke skin, claiming the wrong woman.

Seeing the tattoo on her back brought me to my senses. It severed whatever feelings I refuse to acknowledge exist between us.

I kicked her out of my house, out of my pack, and away from my territory with a promise to kill her should she step across the border again. .