BEOF

I wandered through the garden, bored, waiting for that shitty meeting to end—it wouldn’t solve a damn thing.

One look at the disgust on that Regent’s face was enough to know we weren’t welcome here.

And the main reason King Aldric had sent me wasn’t being fulfilled either.

Women still fled from me like I carried some contagious plague—worse here than even among supernatural females.

I mean, their elemental men looked like dwarves next to me. Of course they’d run away in fear. I huffed, annoyed, those absurd feelings of self-pity creeping into my chest.

Like always, I shoved them down without mercy. So what if I never find my mate? Better that way.

It would be the final blow to my pride—to be rejected by my own fated partner.

"Money is the one thing I have too much of," I muttered bitterly.

My wolf, Soul, remained as indifferent as ever—we disagreed on too many things.

But I knew there was no other choice. I’d keep paying for sex with she-wolves whenever the need to fuck became un