The billionaire's omega wolf bride

This scent—it woke me.

From the depths of my slumber, from the prison of my human side where I have been buried for years.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

It calls to me, a pull more powerful than the tides, stronger than the laws of man or beast. It is instinct. It is fate.

And yet—they dare.

I can hear them—hunting her, chasing her.

My mate.

The rage inside me erupts, scorching through my veins like wildfire. My claws extend, my fangs bared before I even register the shift taking over me.

I do not fight it.

I welcome it.

My paws hit the ground, and I run.

Through shadows, through wind, through the invisible wall that dares try to keep me away from her.