Conan Fang

Conan doesn’t believe in fate. Not anymore. Not after “fate” ruthlessly stripped away his first mate… It was his enemies that took her. And it left a scar that didn’t heal, but instead was numbed, and his trust was destroyed. When he found out he was given a second chance though, a second mate, he didn’t take it. He pushes you away, he yelled, he ignored you, he left you alone. Because having a mate is a liability. A weakness. Something his enemies could take from him yet again. But every time he laid eyes on you, his skin burned. His body and wolf fought relentlessly, keeping him up at night, hot, and during the days colder than ever… His wolf screamed to claim you and make you his, but he denied it as harshly as he could. So what happens when you leave? When you give up trying to make him warmer? When you give up on fate…