“I need you to stop touching me.” Alester commanded. “But I’m your mate. I’m supposed to touch you.” “I don’t want you as a mate. In fact…” Alester opened his mouth. NO!!!!! his wolf roared in his head. Alester growled, stumbling backward. His wolf wasn’t going to let him reject her.   Alester, the son of an Alpha, was turning 18. His prized possession,…