Feels Like Mate

Ronan's Pov

That addictive scent of roses pulled me in… it was so fucking intoxicating that I felt my damn head spinning, goosebumps of excitement spreading across my body as my wolf growled in pure exhilaration. And I knew what that meant—our mate was somewhere around here. But the scent kept luring me deeper into my father’s damn party. Was she a traveler who had just arrived? Because ever since I’d been in this pack, I had never sensed something so damn heavenly.

But then, I got the worst shock of my life. That beautiful scent was connected to the woman standing on the altar—with my father.

“Damn the Moon Goddess,” I cursed inwardly, but still, all I wanted to do was slam my father’s head into the edges of the seat he had sat on earlier—for touching my mate. Did he even know?

Her eyes met mine, and I wondered if she had no idea who I was to her—or was she ignoring the bond because of my father? A dark, murderous urge crept into my veins when that sweet gaze of hers pulled away from mine. My wolf growled in pure disapproval. I began walking closer to where she stood with my father, who stared at me with surprise spilling through his haggard face. He had unknowingly pressed the wrong damn button this time.

As I approached, I stole glances at her repeatedly. A fucking innocent beauty. A brunette—just like father had always liked. Even in the cage of her white gown, I could still make out the subtle curves, her milky breasts pushing against the fabric too tightly.

I moved away from where I stood to find a better spot—one where I could stare at her more freely. I could sense how nervous she was, her fear thick enough to claw through. And that was it. I couldn’t control my anger anymore when my father’s hand started moving along her body. I took the rage out on an unlucky rogue who had dared to disguise himself in our pack.

Now, I had her body pressed against mine, her back flush against my chest. The rapid beating of her heart sounded like a hymn to my ears. She was so fucking mine. I stopped myself from threading my fingers through her long tresses, her scent making my pants burn with arousal.

How dare you make me wait?

It was the question I wanted to ask her, but I decided against it since she seemed to feel nothing.

“I… am fine.”

Fuck that voice.

And fuck the way she twirled in my arms just immediately—because all I wanted was to pin her to the damn altar and fuck the breath out of her until my name clung to her lips like drool. Then maybe everyone would know who she belonged to.

But my father wouldn’t give up his little plaything so easily.

And I wouldn’t let him have her either.

She bit down on her lip as she pulled away from me. The commotion settled, and then—“We should party, and I could have a prosperous night of pleasure with my wife.”

My fists balled.

That wouldn’t fucking happen.

“What the hell is wrong with you? You were almost groping your father’s little wife’s ass. You fucking don’t know what you’re doing. Are you interested in fucking her too?” Damon came running toward me, but I was still staring at my newest obsession—other than drugs and the clubhouse.

“I am interested in that too because…” I grabbed a glass of scotch from a passing waiter, downing it before slamming the empty glass onto the table.

“The beauty is my mate.”

“What the fuck?”