Page 86 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

Before I can even get the words out, she tilts her head, eyes sparkling with that mischievous light that always makes me weak.

“Who says I want you to leave?” she teases, arching a brow.

I narrow my eyes playfully, my Wolf already preening.

“Wait a second, you reading my mind now, Sunshine?”

She laughs, eyes wide with mock innocence and wonder.

“You know, I think I just did.”

“Uh huh. Fated mates,” I say, giving her a mock-serious nod.

“No privacy. No escape. Definitely no secrets.”

Her grin turns downright dangerous then.

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me forever, Fido. Besides,” she whispers.

Then She scoots closer, running her fingers through my hair like she knows exactly how to turn me into complete mush.

“Did you see my mural?”

I nod.

“It’s better than the first one. Even my professor said so. You know, I think you’re the best good luck charm I’ve ever had,” she murmurs, voice soft but full of meaning.

I groan, letting my head fall back dramatically.

“Sunshine, you say stuff like that and I’m never letting you out of bed again.”

“Promises, promises,” she quips, biting her lip like she knows exactly how badly I want to make good on that right now.

And yeah, I will.

Because fated or not, this woman?

Best damn good luck charm I’ll ever have.

Epilogue 1: Doug

Six weeks later.

Mated life is better than I expected.

Business is good. Uncle Uzzi has me running down background checks on some of the new Date to Mate applicants.

He’s testing the accuracy of his software, and I appreciate that.

But nothing beats good old-fashioned PI work.

I enter our newly renovated apartment complete with a rooftop garden and studio where my beautiful mate can be inspired and paint to her heart’s content.

She’s got one more class she’s taking this summer before her degree in fine arts is in the bag, and I am just so damn proud of her.

I’m throwing her the biggest graduation party at Pizza Girls, but I’m keeping it a secret.

Spoiling my mate is just one of the perks I wasn’t expecting when the Fates, along with Uncle Uzzi’s Date to Mate, paired us up.

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