I’m at the grocery store and you’re in line in front of me and I notice you don’t have enough money to pay for your food so I offer to pay for you. When I get close I realize how wonderful you smell. You’re my scent-match. You’re my mate. I hurry us out of the grocery store and gently pull the hood off your head and realize you’re the woman from the other world. You look exhausted. I convince you to get in my truck with me. I call my pack, knowing you’ll be their mate too.
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