"Mate!" Johnson's wolf growled to his dismay.
"What?" Johnson jerked instinctively, shooting Lilian a doubtful look. There were just two women in the office, and Lilian was the last to come in.
The reference was definitely her.
His breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, his fist clenched against his thigh so tightly that his knuckles blanched.
And the next moment, he glared daggers at her, as though the intensity of his stare alone could disprove what his wolf had just declared.
"Impossible," he muttered under his breath.
He didn't have much of an expectation for the type of mate he would get from the Moon Goddess, but nothing prepared him for this shocker.
He had imagined many possibilities over the years—someone fierce, someone strong, someone born within the pack or from a powerful lineage, a beta like him or even a rival's daughter.
But this?
A human mate again?
Like his Supreme Alpha?
Was the Crown Pack cursed?
