Mystery man POV
I felt a soft bed under me... and a wicked hangover. All I render is passing out in the coffee shop or maybe that was a dream, I hope so. I opened my eyes and saw a gorgeous woman with raven hair and curves. Her tank top rode up so you could see the carmel skin that lay under the clothing. God my mate(the one person that was meant for him or her) she smelled heavenly like spring and roses. I wanted to bite her, sink my teeth into that soft skin just above the color bone. But that was not an opinion right now she was human and had no idea how we were. Werewolves were... majestic animals and we rarely had human interaction and now I have a human mate! She wiggled and twisted in the chair next to me. She was mumbling something to the affect of hotdogs are yummy in my tummy. Her inesance rolled of her in waves. A man was with her yesterday his sent was claiming and he hated it he saw red at the thought of a another's man sent on her much less permanently in hers. He was about to get up when she woke up. "Do you feel hungover Ser?" She asked arg I hate the Ser thing but I can't afford to give her my name yet she needs to love me first because with my name is my secret and no one can make me vulnerable like that again.