Wolf Untamed (SWAT - Special Wolf Alpha Team #11) - Paige Tyler Page 0,51

they were meant to be with.

Diego would be lying if he didn’t admit he’d spent a good portion of last night and most of this morning wondering if Bree was The One for him.

“Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but when I was with Bree last night, I felt a connection like I’ve never experienced before,” he said. “And when we kissed, it was unreal. My damn fangs and claws nearly slipped out the minute our lips touched.”

“Premature fang eruption? Sounds like soul-mate confirmation to me,” Connor said with a chuckle, exchanging a look with Kat as if he expected her to agree with him. Kat seemed more interested in her tuna than the conversation.

On the other side of the table, Hale grinned. “I knew it the second I saw you and Bree together. Congratulations! Though I have to admit, while I’m happy you’ve found the woman you’re supposed to spend the rest of your life with, I’m a little pissed you met your soul mate before I even caught a whiff of mine. I’ve been a werewolf longer than you. Shouldn’t seniority count for something?”

Connor snorted. “Catch a whiff? Your nose is complete crap. You could walk right past your soul mate and never know it. Hell, you might have met her already.”

Hale scowled at that. His nose didn’t work like the other werewolves in the Pack. He’d broken it severely years before going through his change, and it had never really healed. It was a sensitive subject for him, mostly because their pack mates ragged the hell out of him about it.

“Don’t listen to Connor,” Diego said as a panicked look filled his friend’s eyes. “You’ll know your soul mate when you see her. I’m sure of it.”

Hale didn’t look too sure about that. “So, you knew Bree was The One for you the second you met her? Even before going on a date with her?”

“Well…not really.” He thought back to when he’d first seen Bree in the diner. He’d thought she was gorgeous, but they’d been in the middle of a hostage crisis, so he hadn’t exactly been thinking about soul mates at the time. “Hell, if I’m being honest, I’m not sure if I’m sure of it now. I mean, it feels like she could be The One, but how am I supposed to know for certain? It’s not like there are rules for this. Every time someone else in the Pack found their mate, things got crazy as hell. I could be reading everything wrong.”

No one said anything, leaving Diego alone with his thoughts. While several of his pack mates had needed to be dragged kicking and screaming into relationships with their soul mates, fighting the connection for a variety of reasons that made sense to absolutely nobody, it wasn’t like that for Diego. He wasn’t sure why, but the idea of finding the woman he was meant to spend a lifetime with had never scared him. In fact, he’d been looking forward to it. Like discovering the woman you were quickly developing feelings for already had a fifteen-year-old son when you’d never given serious thought to what it would be like to have kids.

“Have you thought of talking to Bree about it?” Trey asked, his usual serious look back on his face.

Diego grimaced. If there was a chance Bree was experiencing the same emotions and feelings he was, it’d help to tell her about The One. But while he’d love to explain it, now wasn’t the right time.

“We’ve known each other for barely more than forty-eight hours,” he pointed out. “She just learned werewolves are real and that her teenage son is one. Now I’m supposed to tell her that fate has already determined who she’s going to fall in love with after one date? And oh, by the way, it’s me? I think we need to get to know each other a little better before I spring something like that on her.”

“What are you going to do when her emotions start going all crazy like yours and she doesn’t understand why?” Connor asked.

Diego shrugged. “I’ll worry about that proverbial bridge when we come to it. Until then, I’m going to take it one date at a time and see how it goes.”

“What are you guys doing on your next date?” Hale prodded. “I bet Gage can get you reservations at Chambre Français, if you want.”

Chambre Français was a fancy French restaurant owned by a friend of Gage. He’d gotten some of the other members of