"Levi, what I said is final," Mom snapped, her voice echoing off the kitchen walls like a slap. "It's time you stopped messing around and got serious about things!"
I glared at her, my hands clenched into fists. "But forcing me to mate with some random omega and have pups isn't responsibility! I want nothing to do with it!" I shouted. "I'm only twenty-four!"
This wasn't about tradition.
This wasn't about duty.
This was about her hating my best friend Rebecca. I still didn't know what the hell her problem was. Rebecca saved my ass from drowning when we were fifteen, and ever since then, I've owed her my life. She had no money, no family, no support, so I stayed by her side—looked out for her. And yeah, she's an alpha too. Maybe that's what really pissed Mom off.
But now? She had gone completely off the deep end—setting me up with someone after consulting the witches. And not just anyone.
An omega.
An omega wolf.
