His Warm-Blooded Mate novel Chapter 1

LILITH

I learned at a young age that there was a difference between living and surviving. Living meant your life had a purpose. You found all types of emotions in it; happy, sad, love, loss, friendship, heartbreak, anger. Living meant you allowed yourself to push boundaries and limits. You went out into the world and faced it as if it were a new adventure. You enjoyed what life gave you, embraced the downs, and celebrated the ups.

Surviving was very different. I would know. I wasn't living, I was surviving.

Surviving meant going out there and seeing the world for what it really was; a cold place where people with soft skin and warm hearts had no place. I toughened out every day as if it were my last. Because living the life I was born into wasn't all sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns and I was okay with that. I made peace with it. Life wasn't easy, it wasn't meant to be but as long as I survived through the twenty-four-hour day then I knew someday things would be better.

I held onto that faith.

After all, I was a rogue werewolf living a human life. The alternative, on the other hand, was something I despised. I would rather live as a human than as something feral living off the lands. Why rogue wolves turned to that lifestyle was beyond me. I thought I had everything figured out and I thought the last thing someone like me would have was a destined half that I wanted to call mine. That I wanted to lay claim on.

How was I supposed to handle a possessive mate with the job I did?