Chapter 23. A Human and a Wolf

“Where did you hear that? Who told you?” Marcel’s eyes widened.

“So it’s not true?” I challenged.

“It is true but where did you hear about it?”

I rolled my eyes and glanced out the window at the empty parking lot. He grabbed my chin and brought me back to him.

“It was that snotty friend of yours, wasn’t it? She’s busy ratting off pack secrets.”

“Leave Selma alone! You told me.”

“No I didn’t,” he barked.

“You called me your mate. Twice!”

He slammed his palms against the wheel. “Damn it.”

Silence settled between us.

“Is being my mate so bad?” I asked in a small quiet voice that hurt me inside.

“No, of course not. I didn’t know having a mate would feel this good, Paris. I’m trying to keep you safe. I broke sacred laws by even kissing you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Wolves and humans aren’t allowed to mate. It’s a threat to the werewolf bloodline.”

“You mean if you and I had kids it woul