There's no such thing as fated mates and any claims otherwise are delusional. Or at least, that's what I thought until I met him. A burly, imposing Alpha that lusts after me and never forgets me. He claims that I'm his Omega, but I know better, and there's no way that I'm ever falling in love with someone so dangerous. When he shifts, he changes completely, and it's a knot that can't be undone.

Nothing changes when we end up kissing for the first time. I was just curious, really. And I still despise him even after we share a bed for the first time. I'm never going to be his Omega. Never, and he's going to have to find someone else.