I Am His Mate

A decade apart transformed everything. He was once my favorite target—shorter, softer, someone I tormented without mercy. His smile burned bright and genuine, those blue eyes untouched by the weight of the world. We were inseparable then, bound by trust and unspoken vows.

When I returned, I barely recognized him. Towering now, his thin frame carved into lean muscle. Those innocent blue eyes darkened to crimson, heavy with centuries of pain etched into a single gaze.

My childhood friend had become a stranger. Dangerous. Magnetic. Hauntingly beautiful in ways that made my pulse race.

But the truth that stopped me cold: he'd been waiting. Patient. Predatory.

An Alpha searching for his Luna—and somehow, impossibly, that Luna was me.