Mates

BOYD POV

"My stomach is in knots," I mumble, and Mike nods as he hits the blinker.

"When Fin came back, he joked about how slutty they acted. Don't you think we should remain cautious," I ask, and Mike's hand tightens on the wheel.

"I am cautious. My mate has clearly been around the block a time or two," Mike finally murmurs, and I nod as I think about my mate's redheaded sister.

"The pack can't survive another betrayal. Both our mates sound as if they wanted someone from an Alpha bloodline," I reply, and I hear his teeth grind.

"So what are you saying? We already agreed to give them a chance," Mike says, and I nod.

"We both said three months. If they do anything within that time, we have to cut them out of our lives. We still have each other," I whisper, and he growls.

Mike and I have wanted mates since we were nine years old. We dreamed about them and talked about what they might look like for years. But when we met our mates, we weren't instantly in love. In fact,