GARRETT
FATE HAS A SENSE OF HUMOR, I'll give it that.
Maybe I'm the one to blame. Maybe this is what I get for fucking up so early in life.
I've always tried to do the right thing, usually immediately after doing the wrong thing.
Knock up my high school girlfriend at seventeen?
I married her.
It didn't last, but I tried my damndest to make it work.
Plow through a series of meaningless hookups after that, filled with nihilistic despair that I'd fucked up any chance I ever had to find my fated mate?
I cleaned up my act—eventually.
By the time I became alpha of Stoneridge Pack, I'd already committed to the vow of celibacy before I took the mantle. Every alpha who comes to power without a mate is required to remain celibate until he finds his mate.
It wasn't a problem for me. I'd already sworn off any relationship except one with my future wife.
Hard, but not impossibly hard, when you're twenty-eight and figure it's only a matter of time until you find the one.
