I walked into the clean, wide tattoo shop, to find a large red head lady sitting at the counter at her computer. As I walked up, she smiled and asked who I was booked for. "I'm here for my thigh, Johnny William" Smiling nervously at her wide grin. I saw a very tall, tanned well built man over near the tattoo seating. Putting his black plastic gloves on, then he looked over his shoulder directly at me. A small, evil smirk sunk into my soul. And his piercing rich green eyes darkened.

Chelsea Delaney. That's my name. It didn't take me very long to find my mate, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. People say he's incapable of love, incapable of remorse, incapable of good. He has a very dark character. But he's mine, my very own dark mate.