My Werewolf Mate Is Obsessed Chapter 1

I found an injured werewolf.

During my downtime, my favorite thing to do was bury my face in his soft, thick fur and fall asleep. Later, after he healed and transformed back into his human form, he warned me, his eyes blazing with a fierce light.

"A werewolf has only one mate in their entire life. I already have a she-wolf I love, and I will never, ever accept you."

With that, he ran off.

I was left standing there, utterly stunned and confused.

What was he talking about?

I’d been treating him like a dog. What did any of this have to do with being his mate?

...

Later, I bought a big, goofy Labrador. As I was walking him home, I found the werewolf crouched by my front door, a look of utter misery on his face.

"You humans are so fickle," he sobbed.

"Get rid of it. Keep me instead, please? My fur is thicker and softer than his. I eat less, and I can earn money—all of it for you.

"...If you don't agree, I'll eat that stupid mutt you're holding!"

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It was the third month since I’d found the werewolf when he vanished into the dark and stormy night.

Right before he left, he shot me a ferocious glare and warned me, "A werewolf has only one mate in their entire life. I already have a she-wolf I love, and I will never accept you! Get those disgusting thoughts out of your head. I will never love you!"

And just like that, he was gone, leaving me frozen in place, completely bewildered.

What on earth was he talking about?

I had been treating him like a dog this whole time. What did that have to do with being his mate?