I blinked. “No.”
“They don’t. Your wolf is the only one who could reject hers in this situation.”
I blinked again. “My wolf would sooner chew off his own paw than reject someone.”
“Then you don’t need to worry about rejection, do you?”
I sagged against the doorway a little, more shock rolling through me.
If he was right, I was going to have a mate.
An actual mate.
A full-on, sealed-bond mate.
We’d have to go through the climax to get there.
Whatever blood was left in my face drained away.
“What if she’s only interested in women?” I asked.
“Her wolf wouldn’t be hunting you if she was only interested in women, Graham. Enzo never hunted a woman, did he?”
No.
He hadn’t.
Neither had his mate, Austin.
Holy fuck.
I was going to be mated to a woman who might actually have a sliver of a chance of being attracted to me.
“He didn’t.” That was all I managed to say.
I needed help, but most of my pack was made up of jaded, unromantic assholes. Myself included.
How was I going to win over a female werewolf?
“The process is exactly the same as it usually is, but she’ll hunt you. Liz’s hunt was around a month, so it wasn’t too long. By the time she bit me, she was ready to skip the chase, so she told my wolf to bite her and he did. We went right into the climax, though it hit her slower than it did me because she was exhausted after the hunt.”
“Okay.” Things would be mostly normal. I could handle mostly normal. “Thanks for the explanation.”
“No problem.” I heard a baby cry on his side of the line. “I’ve got to go cuddle a newborn, but good luck.”
“You too.”
Elliot chuckled, hanging up the phone. I dropped mine on my leg, looking down at the screen as a new message came through.
Nico:
Your mate’s name is Stella
I looked over at Furball.
She was leaning against me as much as possible, now. She’d gotten comfortable fast. That was good.
I was pretty sure it was, at least.
