Chapter 15

• *Dante*
• The water was cold on my skin when I stepped into the shower. I lathered my body with a soap and sponge, stepping back into my room in less than ten minutes. I checked the time on my phone, confirming that I wasn't running late. I took my time, realizing I was being extra mindful of how I looked. Anger immediately swam through my veins. I knew exactly why; the mate bond. When werewolves found their mates they began to, even unconsciously, try to get their mate impressed by them.
• I thought about the werewolf I had cuffed in the room next to mine, and my anger increased further. Really? I was putting extra effort in how I looked for her? I immediately messed up my hair, determined to wade off every effect the mate bond was trying to have. Isabel was already taking too much space in my head as it was. I still couldn't believe the goddess had given her to me as a second chance mate. She was an Omega, for goodness's sake. I'd gone from being mated to a pack princess to being mated to a pack slave.