Nine

9

Hector's POV

The familiar scent hit my nose and when I turned to face the direction it came from, I saw Ezra walking towards me from his room. Fuck! My animal was jumping in outrage as her smell appeared on him. Ezra was fucking smelling like her! He was scenting as if he had been drawn into her body and that could be possible. I mean she was his chosen mate and it wasn't as if he didn't want to fuck her. The thought courses my Lycan to growl in my head as it began pushing forward to tear him into pieces that could be more bloody in the end, I looked frustrated. Being the Hector of the Lycan empire, I was trained to kill and protect the pack. A mate was the last thing I ever considered because I was sure that thing couldn't be the fate of a warrior or a killer like myself. The night Ezra summoned me to lead his mate to safety, I thought it was just an order but when I got there, I realized it wasn't but rather a call from fate. Of all the women that Ezra could have chosen, my fated