Chapter 15

• A mate? A mate. His mate. For what was probably the one-hundredth time, Zain glanced over at her. She was his mate. How had he not noticed? Oh, right, because he was afraid of getting dead or worse. What was worse than dead? Living through torture sounded like it was right up there on the list.
• He’d meant what he said—that having a mate wasn’t good for him—or rather, them. He wasn’t going to be able to have anything in this life until those wolves that were traitors in the king’s clan were gone. Erased from existence would be a good start, because, let’s face it, nothing else seemed permanent. The one sitting in a cell at headquarters proved that. He was ‘dealt’ with by Shepard Addsion himself, and yet—he was found out there free and still working for Aiden Tomas.
• He looked at Oaklyn again. She was cute. He mentally patted himself on the back for having such a cute mate. Of course, what she could do with a knife was not cute in any way. His mate. Cute, lethal with a knife, and talked with an adorable twang, with sayings to match. His. But never could be his.