Mate

Miller, Alpha King.

I’m in town with Chris and my beta. When we got close to a coffee stand, I felt my Lycan stir and want to come forward. I take a big breath and try to relax, but it’s futile. I’m sure he’d like to come out.

“What has gotten into you, Demon?” I inquired of my Lycan, but he did not respond. He’s just anxious. I’d sense it. It seemed as if my Lycan is attempting to escape from me. I know I had to do something to keep him under control before he takes over my body.

“Are you alright, my king?” My beta inquires. He seems to notice. I nodded, attempting to remain cool. I had to come up with a solution to calm him down.

“Nothing. “Everything is fine,” I say. As my Lycan battles for control of my body, I pretend to be OK.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Demon?” I scream my way through the mind link. Then it struck me. I can smell the most enticing and seductive scent.

In joy, my wolf Demon growls and shakes his tail.

“Mate,” he snarls.

He says the most irritating thing. T