Alpha Consumed (The Dixon Brothers 2)

I know immediately when I see him.

This all-consuming feeling can only mean one thing.

Roman Dixon is my mate.

I have no shifter inside me, but I know.

He's mine and I'm his.

I know all about mates because my brother is one too.

A brother who Roman knows.

Not only knows, but hates.

They're mortal enemies.

And if I can't keep their bears from killing each other...

I'll have nothing left.

No mate. No family. No reason to live.

Why do men have to be so damn stubborn?