It was sugar and cinnamon and all things sweet. His mouth watered, not to mention how his dick reacted to it. He wanted her instantly and he didn’t even know who she was or what she looked like. It didn’t matter.

For all he knew, it was a damn good cinnamon roll.

“Enough,” he said to his men.

He was drawn to the diner. Without waiting for his men, he stepped through the door and found a table right in the back.

He had no idea why humans always wanted to be the center of attention. All his life, he’d tried to hide his size and strength. None of it had done him any good. He couldn’t change who he was, and now with his pack, he didn’t want to.

His men joined him at the booth. They were all larger than most males and from what he’d heard, even their dicks were bigger. He’d never seen a human man to judge, not that he cared. His pack seemed to know many useless facts about the species living side-by-side with them.

“She’s here,” Reese said.

The scent got stronger. Almost irresistible. Caleb had never felt this pull in his life.

He glanced around the diner, eager to find this specific woman. The table helped to shield his cock that was getting thicker by the second.

Get a grip. You’re the one in control.

He didn’t like anyone taking control away from him. Unlike his pack, he wasn’t at the mercy of the full moon. He could change on any whim. It was one battle he’d spent years perfecting.

Always in control.

Never giving himself over to anyone.

When he was all alone in the world, he’d made multiple promises to always be the one in charge, to never allow another to take that kind of control from him. He was born to be an alpha.

The scent of his mate grew even stronger.

The door to the kitchen swung open, and he knew it was her. Even as she tripped over her shoelace, nearly dropping the order of food, he sprang into action. He captured the tray, holding it for her as he caught her with his other arm.

Instinct took over. The need to protect stronger than anything else.

Green eyes stared back at him from a flushed face. She was kind, he saw that. Her black hair was held back in a ponytail. Such long hair he wanted to run his fingers through it.

“Great reflexes,” she said.

Even her voice.

His wolf was more than happy with this mate.

Mine.

****

In all of her twenty-five years, no one had ever made her feel so incredibly small, fragile even. Bethany smiled at the stranger who’d caught her and the tray of food. There was no doubt Joe, her boss, would have taken it out of her pay at the end of the week.