This Mate

"Your mine," he whispered against the girls ear nibbling, biting, and teasing her to past her breaking point. His hands had pinned her to the muddy forest floor. The smell of pine lingered around them.

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Pressuring a seventeen year old isn't an easy task. Before the next Lunar Eclipse, this seventeen year old, needs to find his mate for the pack, and, for himself. It's just the gods' given way of saying that the kid needs to fuck, and fuck is right.

Tate finds his mate soon enough. She's still traumatized from past experiences and isn't quite ready to move on.

Tate is basically fucked.