I'm His Mate

Sydney Wilde is an Alpha, a Queen, and Quade Holt's mate. But fate's cruel hand has entwined their lives in a bond they both fought. As Sydney grapples with past heartbreak and the raw intensity of a mate bond she never truly wanted, Quade, scarred by his own demons, seeks a brutal revenge that blurs the lines of love and pain. Can two broken souls find salvation in shared agony, or are they destined to tear each other apart in a world where love is war?

I'm His Mate

Sydney Wilde is an Alpha, a Queen, and Quade Holt's mate. But fate's cruel hand has entwined their lives in a bond they both fought. As Sydney grapples with past heartbreak and the raw intensity of a mate bond she never truly wanted, Quade, scarred by his own demons, seeks a brutal revenge that blurs the lines of love and pain. Can two broken souls find salvation in shared agony, or are they destined to tear each other apart in a world where love is war?

The thumping bass vibrated through Sydney's chest, a steady pulse against the erratic beat of her own heart. “Better now” by Post Malone blared from the sound system, the lyrics echoing a sentiment she desperately wanted to feel for Victor, yet couldn't bear to acknowledge. Her friend, Heather, a whirlwind of vintage charm and surprising wit, was currently demonstrating the finer points of chocolate cake icing.

“You mean besides you?” Heather’s red-stained lips curved into a smirk, catching Sydney’s eye. “You’re an Alpha, stupid, your pack feels what you feel.”

Sydney sighed, the weight of guilt settling heavy in her chest. She tried to block her feelings, but the pack link was a persistent current. The smell of rich chocolate and vanilla filled the air, a small comfort against the emotional turmoil.

“Chocolate cake,” Heather declared, pointing to the oven with a gleaming smile. “Ice cream, movies, and a total girls’ night, just to forget the men in our lives.”

The timer dinged, pulling Sydney from her thoughts. She watched Heather pull out the cake, perfect and golden. Her eyes drifted to the glowing wolf mark on her own neck, a stark reminder of the man who now consumed her thoughts. Quade. Her mate, her tormentor.