Page 39 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

“Fuck,” I breathe, leaning back and staring at the ceiling like it has answers.

Because they’re right.

I know they’re right.

But knowing doesn’t mean I’m ready.

Dina is just—Dina.

Too sweet.

Too bright.

Too damn good.

And me?

I’m the guy people hire to catch cheaters and lie for a living.

The guy who sleeps in temporary places and never unpacks all his boxes.

The guy whose last serious relationship ended with them calling me emotionally unavailable—and that was putting it nicely.

What the hell do I know about being a mate?

Uzzi claps me on the knee like this is settled.

“You’ve got your date tonight, Wolf. You’re going. You’re smiling. And you’re going to try. Because if you don’t?”

Horace nods grimly.

“The curse gets worse. And no one’s gonna wanna hang out with Cursed Doug when your bad luck starts setting shit on fire.”

“Great,” I grumble, dragging my hands down my face again. “No pressure or anything.”

Uzzi just laughs as he stands and heads for the door.

“Pressure makes diamonds, Doug. Or in your case, maybe a slightly less emotionally constipated Wolf.”

Horace follows him out, leaving me alone in the Bear’s penthouse with my spiraling thoughts and the Date to Mate reminder still blinking on my phone.

Tonight.

I’m seeing Dina tonight.

And while my Wolf is pacing excitedly like yes, ours, mine, mate, I simply can’t stop thinking.

This isn’t forever. Can’t be forever.

But maybe—just maybe—it can be for now.

And for a guy like me?

That’s already terrifying as fuck.

Chapter 13

Dina

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