The Wrong Mate (Book 2 of Katu Wolves)

****Hope you all enjoy it!****

My wolf ripples beneath the surface every time I walk past Parker. I can smell Talon on him, and it’s driving me crazy. The only male that should smell like her is me.

It has been more than a week since I left her with Peyton, and not seeing her is driving me crazy. She consumes my thoughts and my dreams. I imagine her in my house, eating in the kitchen, using the shower in my room, but most of all I dream of her in my bed. I dream of her curves on display, her red hair fanned out on my pillow while she screams my name.

My c@@k is perpetually hard and no matter how many times I take the matter in hand, it simply won’t go down. I can finally understand why Caine was such an asshole. Peyton took her time coming around to their mating and it made him a truly difficult motherf@#$%r. Now, I am in a similar situation and I am being a complete prick.

“Max, why hasn’t this section of the wall been completed? We are three days behind your predicted schedule even with all the extra manpower I have provided to you.” My voice rings out through the clearing, causing every pack member in the vicinity to look my way.

Max is my cousin, and the twin to Beck, Alpha to the Halo pack about a hundred miles away. When the twins came of age, they had a duel to determine who would be the future Alpha and he lost. He couldn’t stay in the Halo pack, knowing that he had lost his birthright to his brother, and soon came to join us. He has been part of our pack hierarchy for the better part of ten years and a valued member of the pack, and I realize I shouldn’t be taking my shitty mood out on him.

Max, to his credit, doesn’t give a sh%t about my mood. We spoke the night I first laid eyes on Talon, and he’s aware of what is going on. He just takes my moods in his stride.

“You can’t call these idiots manpower,” he says with an eye roll. “He doesn’t know left from right.” He points to a red-headed man. “He is dumber than dirt.” He points to a blond. “And that one,” he says as he points to Parker, “is worried he might get dirty. I don’t know where you and Caine are finding these runts, but they are hindering my work more than helping.”

A low growl breaks free as I scan the men in the area.
“Get your shit together and follow your f@$%ing assignments, or pack your shit and leave,” I roar to the group. “We will not carry any dead weight around here.”

Not giving a shit about their replies, I turn and stomp back toward the main compound. God only knows what Caine will say when he hears about my little outburst, but I am beyond the point of caring.

Passing Caine’s house, I hear laughter from the deck area. As I move around the house, I follow the sound to find Talon, Peyton, and some other pack females sitting outside, eating lunch. I feel like a stalker, watching from the treeline, but I can’t seem to force myself to move. Her beauty is even more pronounced in the sunlight. The beams catching in her red hair, her smile bright and beautiful, and the tension is gone from her body.

The need to be close to her almost overwhelms me, but I’m able to force myself to head back to my house.

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Published by Author J Marshall

South African-born author. Bibliophile. Mother of beasts and a 15-year-old blonde. Married to a hard ass, loving, biker. Hair color tester. Drinker of alcohol. Learning to cook

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