He Is My Mate

Glen Hard has spent his whole life as the runt of his pack. Too small, too clumsy, born an Omega into a family of towering warriors, he is the joke at the end of every story — the wolf who spills the flour, breaks the glass, trips over his own feet, and gets laughed at for all of it. The pack looks straight through him. Even the other Omegas want nothing to do with him. What keeps Glen going is a years-long crush on Donald Killian, the gentle younger son of the Alpha, and the unshakable belief that on the birthday when a wolf finally gains the ability to scent their Mate, the Goddess will name Donald as his.

The Goddess, it turns out, has a sense of humor.

The pull that drags Glen through the pack house and drops him breathless at a council table belongs to the last wolf he ever expected. Robert Killian — Justin — Donald's older brother, the tattooed future Alpha who left home years ago to search for his Mate and came back with a muscle car, a closet full of leather, and a smirk he has never once bothered to remove. Justin is loud where Glen is quiet, reckless where Glen is careful, the pack bad boy Glen has spent half his life dismissing as his brother's annoying shadow. He is also, unmistakably, Glen's Mate. There is no rejecting a bond the Goddess herself tied, and Glen has never wanted to — he only has to survive the embarrassment of it.

What follows is anything but a smooth courting. Glen fights the bond, fights the teasing, fights his own traitor heart, and loses one stolen kiss and one kitchen ambush at a time. Justin, it turns out, has been quietly watching the little redhead for years, and when Glen plants his feet and refuses to be mated in a rushed, back-door ceremony fit for a secret, the future Alpha actually starts listening. Between a shotgun wedding plan gone sideways, a jealous blond Omega found in exactly the wrong bed, his brother's not-so-accidental pregnancy, and a pack that suddenly cannot stop staring at the runt who became their Luna, the two of them stumble toward something neither dared hope for: real love, sealed with the dream ceremony Glen was told to give up on, and matching marks that finally make him belong to someone.

But a Luna's life is not all cake tastings and guest lists. Rogue tracks circle the frozen border. A half-dead stranger named Wren crawls out of the snow carrying a warning about an Alpha called Corvin, who breaks packs that cannot defend themselves — and who has help from a traitor inside the walls. When the longest night of winter finally comes, Glen must decide what a runt is worth. The answer, it turns out, is everything.

Steeped in mate-bond longing, growly possessive tenderness, and slow-burn heat that fades to black at exactly the right moment, He Is My Mate is a gay werewolf romance about the smallest wolf in the pack claiming the biggest place in it — the Mate, the pack, and a future nobody saw coming.

He is my Mate. He always would be.