Page 30 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

No complicated feelings or strings or soulmate nonsense.

I don’t do that.

Mates?

Forever love?

Someone to come home to?

That’s not in the cards for me.

Hell, it never was.

I’m the guy people hire to dig up dirt and catch cheaters.

I sleep in late, forget birthdays, and eat sad bachelor dinners straight from the can.

I am not the meet-cute, fall-in-love, build-a-white-picket-fence-together type.

Some Wolves are built for love stories. But that was never gonna be me.

Lone Wolf, remember?

Who the hell would want to take me on?

Even if I was inclined to give it a try, the idea of disappointing her? Fuck. It’s too much.

I can’t do it.

I won’t.

She deserves someone better. Someone not broken like I am.

See, I’m built for solo missions and keeping everyone at arm’s length.

Because when people get close? That’s when shit goes sideways.

When I was younger, Pack life taught me that.

When my first and only girlfriend bailed the minute things got hard, it just hammered it home.

So yeah. Dina?

Sweet, sunshine-soaked Dina with her pizza flour dusted curls, pink pjs, and snarky smile?

She deserves better than me.

Hell, she deserves a fated mate who knows how to be one.

Not some grumpy PI whose biggest accomplishment this week was surviving homicidal hornets and a vengeful Witch with abandonment issues.

But we can have some fun.

Tonight, when I take her out, I’ll let her know all I have to offer is some sweaty time between the sheets.

But that’s it.

Because as much as I hated to admit it, last night was fucking amazing and I can only imagine what it’ll be like to be there in person when she comes apart.

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