Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 313

Read Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee Chapter 313 – The Warrior Of A Cursed Pack

Author’s POV:

Years Ago:

It’s been a year since Emelia left the coven. She stayed with Argo in that cabin, helping him out. But at the same time, she did notice how different his wolf was from the others. He would constantly call himself a monster but she would refuse to let him.

They settled on calling him a mutant instead.

“Want some flowers?” she had found a job for herself. She was selling flowers on the side of the road from her own little garden.

She would stand there every day and sell flowers while Argo will come by to check up on her once in a while. He didn’t want any evil eyes on her

“Flowers!” she asked as a car stopped near her.

The guy rolled the window down and stared at her from head to toe, “Tulips!” he requested in a much grumpy tone.

“Nice choice,” she gave him a smile while handing him the tulips.

“May I see your ID?” it was then he demanded to see her ID and her face fell. She gulped, looking around and feeling this weird hesitation in her body.

“I am sorry, why would you ask?” she asked, remembering what Argo had taught her.

“I am a g*mma warrior of The Blood Moon Hounds Pack. I can ask for your ID since you are standing on the land of our pack,” the boy Game out of his car, his eyes staring into hers and making her

shiver in her skin.

“I —Umm-I lost my ID,” she lied, immediately looking down from him and gulping in fright.

“Really? Is this the best lie you could come up with?” he hissed, grabbing her arm and then instantly letting her go.

‘Mate!

He was stunned to hear his wolf call her his mate. She didn’t know what happened, just cluelessly stood there and watched him zone out.

“I am sorry, please trust me, I lost it,” she pulled away, shaking as she lowered her face.

“What is your name?” he was not sure how it was possible that he heard his wolf. Her scent was very different; it was more like a neutral scent. There was no specific odor to it.

“Emelia Martin,” she answered, “I don’t have a wolf,” as she had remembered all the lies by heart, she started speaking even before he asked her about her wolf.

“Hmm! Why?” being a warrior, he wanted to know how his mate didn’t have a wolf.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her shoulders and he understood she had no knowledge on anything.