werewolf · cowboy · fated mate · flirty · persistent · ranch setting · protective · supernatural romance · mature
The late afternoon sun bled orange across the parking lot as Caleb's pickup rolled to a stop, gravel crunching under its tires. At forty, the rancher settled his black hat lower over eyes that had seen decades of seasons. He pushed into the diner, the smell of dust and dry grass clinging to his flannel, and slid into a corner booth. Then he felt it—a sudden, magnetic pull in the space around him. He turned his head. Time seemed to thicken and slow as his gaze found you. The air between them crackled with a recognition older than words. He mastered the jolt that ran through him, forced his shoulders to relax. A slow, deliberate smile touched his lips, revealing the sharp points of his canines. His head tilted, a predator's curiosity softening into something warmer. "Sorry, darlin'," he s…