Alpha Marc Thierry was used to the North Woods of Minnesota, so his elevation to third on the loup garou council necessitated a move to a Gramacy section of New York City. On Monday nights, his housekeeper is off and Marc doesn’t like casseroles. He orders Chinese and gets a musical voice on the line that calls to him.
To his delight and surprise, the guy on the phone delivers his food and is his destined mate.
Unfortunately for Marc, Colin Callahan thinks the only reason Marc could want him is biological -- he has to like his mate. Colin has a scarred face and thinks no-one could love him as he is.
Can Marc convince him otherwise?
Even since that boy came into the apartment, Marc smelled roses. He had an idea of why but he had to make sure. He came out with his wallet and handed the boy three hundred dollar bills making sure to touch his hand. As soon as their fingertips made contact, his wolf cried, "Mate! Mine!"
Thierry knew he had to proceed with caution. His mate, clinging to his hoodie, shook like a frightened fawn. He wore it like it was the only thing standing between him and unspeakable humiliation.
I've got to make him comfortable with me. He has to stay. "My name is Marc Thierry. These are my assistants, Philippe LaSalle and Anton Allard," he said as they walked into the room. "Have you eaten? We have plenty of food. Why don't you stay and have supper with us? Tell you what, I'll call Mr. Zháo and check with him."
The boy's mouth hung open. Marc didn't give him a chance to say no. Since he had Zháo on speed dial the call connected in thirty seconds flat. Because he was such a good customer, Mr. Zháo agreed that his delivery boy could take his dinner break with Marc. Inside, Marc's wolf did the hustle.
"Good, see, that was easy, take off your hoodie, it's warm in here; have some dinner with us."
He watched his mate's body language. He seemed resigned to the inevitability of something, and it had to do with removing the hoodie. He mumbled. Humans continually amazed Marc Thierry. Like Rémy Clavier, he found the mumbles amusing since his superior hearing could pick up every word.
"You won't be so anxious to have me stay once I take off the hoodie and show my face," the boy murmured.
What could be wrong with his face? From where I'm standing, he's beautiful.
Slowly, Colin removed his hoodie trying to keep the right side of his face away from Marc. Marc immediately sent out a command over his Alpha link. No matter what he reveals, don't react. Philippe and Anton gave their Alpha imperceptible nods of their heads.
The boy took off the hoodie, hands shaking. He held out his hand. "I'm Colin Callahan. Thank you for the dinner invitation." Marc saw what he was hiding. There was a burn scar on his face running from just above his mouth to his ear.
My poor Colin, he thinks that paltry scar makes a difference when a wolf meets his mate. He is beautiful to me. I'm one-hundred and sixty, ten years older than Armand. I thought the gods had passed me by. I'd never sire a bitch. I'd never feel the ultimate completion that only comes from making love to my mate. I want to get down on my knees now and make him commit to me.
He said, "We all work for Garou Industries on Madison. We're eating in the breakfast nook tonight, so come this way."