Page 37 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy

Looking back at the beautiful stranger across the room I suspected she would be the kind of drama I ran from, too.

Kenneth craned his neck to look around me

“Whoa. Her? She’s gorgeous and definitely not from around here. I’d know.”

The edges of my vision turned red as a homed in on my baby brother. I could feel a growl bubbling through me. Before it escaped, I jumped up, knocking the table over in the process and drawing the attention of everyone in the tavern.

For a just a second, my eyes locked onto hers from across the room. Large chocolate brown pools swirling with curiosity. I could hear the quick intake of her breath. Was her wolf telling her I was her mate too? Or was mine the only confused one in the room. Because clearly, mine couldn’t be trusted to know what or who he wanted.

There was no way she was my mate. And I couldn’t go through with this again.

Mine,my wolf argued.

“Not happening,” I muttered under my breath.

Feeling angry at my wolf, the situation, the girl, hell, the entire world, I turned to stomp out of the restaurant before I sat down at the bar and drank myself into a stupor.

This could not be happening. Fate may be mocking me, but that didn’t mean I had to just roll over and take it.

“I’m out of here,” I told the boys and left.

“What’s his problem?” I heard Kenneth ask Tim in my rush to get the hell out of there—away from her.

I didn’t wait around for Tim to respond.

At the door, I dared one last look. She was still watching me with big round eyes and her mouth slightly slack as if she was just as shocked as I was. But I couldn’t go through this again. The incident with Clementine had made me feel as if I was going insane. If that was what mating was like, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

Tricia

Chapter 11

I hadn’t wanted to go out with Lily and her friends, yet here I was.

My head was still swimming with thoughts of the man I’d seen through Clementine’s memories. Who was he? Was he really my mate? It was crazy to think about.

Could I really have my mate through my powers?

Probably not.

The guy had been hot, way too hot for me. I generally attracted nerds or bad boys. There was never any in-between and that guy didn’t look like either. He was a cowboy for crying out loud.

What the hell was a city girl like me supposed to do with a freaking cowboy?

Some thoughts immediately came to mind, but I pushed them away. No way was I going there.

“Tricia, what are you drinking?”

“Vodka tonic.”

“Yes!” Lily cheered.

“No,” her friend Sydney said. “Trust me, liquor and Lily are not a good match.”

“What are you talking about? I handle my liquor just fine.”

Everyone at the table burst out laughing.

“Do I need to remind you of the night you realized Thomas was your true mate?” Sydney asked.