CHAPTER THIRTEEN

White Alpha's POV

I pace back and forth in my den. How can this be happening?

I know she is the one. My mate. I know we are destined to be together.

I can feel it. I knew it from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

But I was too hasty to bite her. I did not think it through.

I was overwhelmed with my desire. I bit her before I knew her.

The smell of death on her lingers in my nose.

She is a killer.

I cannot be with a killer.

I have made mistakes before. The pack gave me another chance. If I get it wrong again, they will turn me out.

I cannot take the risk on her.

She is a killer.

If I can smell death on her, the others will too.

I pace around my den.

I am angry and sad and hurt.

I already miss her.

I know I will not be able to stay away from her.

She will call to me.

She will call to me and I will go to her.

I know I will.

I cannot resist her.

She is my mate.

I want her here. I want to talk to her. I want to be with her. I want to make everything better.

I want