Wolf’s Fated by Kym Dillon

I’m minding my own business when in walks the hottest silver fox I’ve ever seen.
He claims I’m his mate.
No thanks. I don’t do mates.
Especially not arrogant Alpha types.
Been there, done that—it left me institutionalized.
But those eyes, that smile…
Makes a menopausal gal yearn for what she’s been missing.
He says I’m the only one for him.
But doesn’t he deserve a fertile young breeder?
I can’t give him the babies I know he wants.
He says he’ll defy his pack for me.
I say this mate pairing is doomed from the start.