The wolf and the gnome

Theron and Kael have been inseparable since childhood-a clever, sarcastic gnome and a confident, troublemaking werewolf prince. Together, they've terrorized their teachers, stolen cookies from the palace kitchens, and declared themselves "brothers for life."

But when Theron accidentally discovers he's Kael's fated mate, he knows the universe must have made a mistake. Why? Because Kael has spent years describing his dream mate in nauseating detail:
"Big-breasted, long-haired, and so hot they'd melt snow just by walking into a room."

Theron stares at his reflection. Flat chest? Check. Short hair? Double check. Definitely not hot enough to melt snow. The Moon Goddess must be having a bad day.
His solution? Pretend he doesn't know. Ignorance is bliss, right? Hide, Gnomes were best at hiding.

Except Kael eventually finds out. And chaos ensues.
"You're my mate?"
"Uh... no, I'm not. You've got the wrong gnome. Goodbye!" Theron yells, making a break for it.

Kael isn't having it. He chases him down like a wolf on a hunt.
"You think you can outrun me? You're like, three ."
"Four feet!" Theron snaps, before getting tackled.

Now, Theron is stuck with a mate who won't take no for an answer.
"You said you like big-breasted girls! Look at me-I'm a twig!"
Kael shrugs, grinning. "I've decided I like twigs."
"What about long hair?"
"Yours is short, but it's cute."
Theron throws up his hands. "I'm not sexy!"
Kael smirks. "Not yet. But give me some time."