9

I was confused. I couldn't have described my current emotions better. Confused and... I was hot. Yes, I was pretty hot. And not because the temperatures were autumnal today. No, unfortunately not. God, what was wrong with me? I've been in control of this my entire life.

I turned people away and took someone when and where I wanted it. And that too rarely. I wasn't one of those women who needed a new lover every week. I've walked this world long enough for that. Most of the time I had sex twice a year and that was enough for me. I've always stayed true to a certain type.

Cute, a little shy, smart, blonde, about my height.

Because from my experience, it was exactly these guys who were very interesting in bed. Not because they were particularly passionate, but rather because they knew things that could make a woman pretty purr. I usually stayed away from men who thought too much of themselves. They felt cool when they turned a woman away after a one-night stand and then they thought they'd ripped the woman off. Well, while some might have been (I genuinely felt sorry for those women, too), I certainly wasn't.

I was ready for one night and that was enough. Even then, the attraction and desire was too small. And through the constant change, I got at least some change in my life, otherwise everything was finally planned. So you could summarize with a clear conscience that I liked to keep control and a certain structure. And then this fucking alpha showed up and destroyed everything.

OK, I had to be honest. This guy did something to me. Something I neither knew nor really wanted. I felt at his mercy. Like he's the predator and I'm the prey. Which was total bullshit, since I could snatch him from this world in a blink of an eye.

But who was I playing to?

The only thing that mattered was that I didn't do it. And that this guy really got under my skin. And not just because of his looks. Even if that - for essential reasons - was definitely not a minus point. And there it was. That's what confused me. Because in contrast to my former type of man, Damian was neither sweet, nor blond, nor my size and he definitely wasn't shy either.

I thought he was clever because an alpha didn't just become one of the most feared packs of all with his wolves (if Mr. Tally is to be believed). Also, there was something about this guy that made me feel really weak - a trait I didn't like to see in myself. Also, I didn't understand Damian. Or the rumors about him. Because if he really was as brutal as they said, why was he so nice to me? He seemed vulnerable and had really wanted to meet me.

Of course, I didn't think it had any deeper meaning. He probably just wanted to have fun and maybe I should just play along. Then I could try something new right away, because I was sure that Damian had something in store.

Damn, I was so hot again. I really had to stop to think about something like that and just focus on my way home instead. If I had done this earlier, I probably would have noticed that I was being watched.

The constant tingling in my neck was proof of that. Although it felt different than usual. I had often been watched, be it by some horny wolves or a human who found me strange and stalked me. Then it felt like a light scratching across the back of the neck. Something to warn me.

But now my neck was more like tingling and itching like hell and even when I started scratching it didn't stop. And the feeling of being watched didn't go away either. In addition, the smell of pine trees and salt water hit my nostrils. When I began to tingle dangerously between my legs, one thing became clear to me.

Something went damn wrong here. Because I knew these signs, not through my own experience, but because I had to see it often enough. Because that tingling, heightened sense of smell for a scent, and lust were signs that at least some part of a soulmate had recognized who his or her soulmate was. And those hints were a signal to the other werewolf, meaning "I'll find you."

The heightened sense of smell for a scent and the lust were signs that at least one part of a soulmate had recognized who his or her soulmate was. And those hints were a signal to the other werewolf, meaning "I'll find you."

I didn't know how long I was now pacing up and down in my living room. After stubbing my toe several times on the edge, I removed the small armchair from my running line. By now it was dark outside and I was waiting longingly for the moon to be at its highest. Of course, I could already try to get in touch, but since I had already communicated with him yesterday and I needed a lot of energy for today's goal, I preferred to wait a little longer.

The tingling was gone as soon as I entered my apartment, as was the feeling of being watched. I urgently needed to find out if I had already assigned Damian a soul mate because if not I had a very bizarre idea in my head, which is why these signs must have happened and I would definitely prefer it not to turn out to be true. At last it was time. I rushed out onto my balcony and sat close enough to the railing to dangle my legs through the bars.

The moon shone brightly in my face and sent a light shiver down my spine. "Hello to you too. Listen, I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'll get straight to the point. Damian Black, Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Does he have someone yet?" I felt the moonlight enveloping me until finally I was in the center of power, joining my strength with it. Since I didn't want to bandage anyone now, I didn't have to move my hands or any other part of my body. Instead, I accepted the gentle tapping in my mind, a gentle power nudge into my head, which held all the information about Damian.

That's all I might have needed to give Damian a mate. I pushed everything aside and looked for the small but fine little corner in which his soul mate had to be. But I found nothing. Even if Damian didn't have a mate, I had to find something on him. But nothing, Nada. I carefully pushed the energy bundle back to the moon with my mind and then reached for its power to search for Damian there.

Unfortunately, I couldn't easily put his name into a database, so I was looking for something that connected to Damian. His arrogance, his strength... I found him in the core of the moon. A strong werewolf, definitely. In general, it was strange that I had to specifically intervene in the power of the moon for such information. He usually showed me everything I wanted to know automatically. In any case, I was now completely sure of one thing.

Because apart from the fact that Damian had to be a really strong werewolf, I had never matched him with a soul mate. Which meant I was in big trouble. I had never matched him with a soul mate. Which meant I was in big trouble. I had never matched him with a soul mate. Which meant I was in big trouble.