Chapter 113

Elliot’s POV

I handed the toddler to Zed, stepping out onto the porch and kneeling in front of the gorgeous woman who'd just declared me hers. My wolf was fighting me for control, my heart pounding like a fucking jackhammer, but I forced myself to stay calm for her as her bones began to snap.

"I'm going to get these clothes off you so your wolf doesn't rip them," I told her, quickly setting to work at removing her clothes. My damn hands shook something fierce, but I ignored that.

I'd found my mate.

My wolf wasn't hunting—hers was hunting me.

And that meant she'd been with another man, a first mate, and her wolf had rejected him before their mating was complete.

I'd never seen her around town, and I didn't know who she was, which meant she'd come from another pack.

And she had a kid.

A kid.

That was overwhelming, to say the least.

I was usually good in tense situations, but this one had me by the balls and the throat.