That was bizarre.
I was pretty sure I was the one she was referring to as Cucumber. Which seemed unfair, considering she was the one who had been blocking the produce.
Granted, I could’ve gone around her.
In the moment, I wasn’t sure what compelled me to talk to her rather than just step up beside her to grab what I needed.
Now, I understood.
Fate was a pain in the ass.
Having made it to thirty without a mate, I’d thought I would go my entire life. I hadn’t been excited about being alone until I died, but I had accepted it. It seemed safe to assume at least part of my pack would live the bachelor life with me, considering the majority of them had already been rejected.
The last thing I’d expected was to find my mate in a grocery store in the middle of Moon Ridge.
The fact that she was only there looking for a werewolf after staying up all night reading a paranormal porn book seemed even more ironic.
We made it back to Abigail’s apartment without further drama, and she tossed her pants over the back of the couch like she had the last time we arrived.
That was a nice fucking ass.
Her tiny thong put the whole thing on display, and she didn’t seem insecure about it.
She did want me to stay a wolf, though.
I’d have to figure out a way to convince her I was decent in human form too.
Considering her choice in books, I had a vague idea of how to do that.
I’d just have to ask one of the rejected guys in my pack for advice or something, because an unmated wolf didn’t let his human sleep with a woman who wasn’t his. My only experience with sex was my teenage interest in porn, and I was aware it wasn’t an honest representation.
Not that werewolves in general had a normal human experience with it.
I’d figure it out.
Unless Abigail rejected me.
Statistically, that wasn’t likely. But there was still a chance.
If she did, I’d have to fight like hell to keep my wolf from losing his mind. That was far from ideal.
Particularly when the mate fate had chosen for me was a brilliant, amusing ginger with the world’s nicest ass. On top of being gorgeous, she liked to read about werewolves. And sex.
I’d have to be insane to let her walk away.
I wasn’t insane.
So I’d do whatever I had to, to convince her that I’d be a good mate. Or husband. Whatever she wanted.
Abigail padded to the bathroom, and I could’ve drooled at the sight of her ass as she walked. She left the door open, so my wolffollowed her in. She didn’t try to get rid of him as she turned the water on.
Or as she started stripping.
Her top went over her head, exposing more of her smooth skin, along with the band of her bra.
She reached around her back to unclasp it. The action must’ve felt awkward, but she did it so easily that she was clearly used to it.
“We need to talk about the thing where you keep growling at men. I noticed it,” she said, looking over her shoulder as she slipped the straps down her arms.
