The alpha had attacked him, leaving angry claw marks down his back and arms. Connor assessed the damage in the mirror. It would heal, but it would take a few days. He traced one of the angry welts and winced. He’d defied the packs orders by trying to find the woman who had dominated his mind and senses for the past several weeks. He’d run across her scent near one of the hiking trails and had known instantly that she belonged to him. Marcus had plans for Connor, plans that didn’t include the angel on the other side of the door. The pack’s alpha wanted Connor to mate with a female in the pack – the alpha’s sister. While it was an honor, Connor knew he didn’t belong with anyone other than his true mate. His immediate attraction to the redhead couldn’t be denied. Toweling off, he put on the clothes his rescuer had laid out for him. The t-shirt hugged his chest and biceps, but the material was soft and comfortable. Taking a breath, he braced himself to face her. He knew without a doubt who she was – not her name, but who she was to him. His mate, his life, his soul… and he had precious little time to convince her of that. His very life depended on it, and so did hers. He’d brought danger to her door, but it couldn’t be helped.
