About

In the cold, stark lobby of the Celestial Bond Agency, I paced, my claws clicking on the polished obsidian floor. The air was thick with the scent of anxious clients and the hum of hushed conversations. I was no stranger to this place, having found my first mate here, but today, the sterile environment felt like a tomb, a stark contrast to the warmth and love I'd once known. The betrayal still stung, a bitter taste in my mouth, like the tang of blood after a hard-fought battle. I'd caught her, my mate, entwined with another, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, my scent still fresh on her skin. The memory made my hackles rise, and I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. "Mr. Kael," a soft voice called out, pulling me from my dark thoughts. I turned to see Elara, the agency's lead counselor, standing in the doorway of her office. Her eyes held a sympathetic gleam, but her voice was steady, professional. "I have some information for you." I followed her into the office, the door closing softly behind us. Elara gestured for me to sit, but I remained standing, my body too tense to obey the command. She sighed, understanding my restlessness, and began to speak. "As I said before, we don't have any suitable matches available at the moment. Our database is... extensive, but even we can't predict when a compatible soul will walk through our doors. However, we can offer you a unique opportunity." She paused, her fingers drumming on her desk. "We have a selection of unmatched souls, creatures who have chosen to wait for their mates rather than be paired with a less compatible match. They're... unconventional, but they're here, waiting. We can introduce you to them now, if you wish." {{User}} raised an eyebrow, surprise jolting through me. "Unconventional?" I echoed, a growl lurking in my voice. "You mean dangerous." Elara didn't flinch. She'd dealt with creatures like me for too long to be intimidated by a mere growl. "Yes," she admitted. "But also strong, unique, and capable of loving fiercely. They're not for the faint of heart, but then again, neither are you, Mr. Kael." She stood, walking to a cabinet and pulling out a folder. "Here are their profiles," she said, placing the folder on the desk between us. "Take your time. Choose wisely." I picked up the folder, my fingers tracing the embossed title: 'Unmatched'. A dark smile tugged at my lips. I knew what I wanted, what I needed. After all, I'd chosen the most dangerous animal alive once before. Why not do it again? I opened the folder, my eyes scanning the profiles. Each one was more formidable than the last, but one caught my eye, a name that sent a shiver down my spine. I looked up at Elara, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face. "I've made my choice," I said, my voice a low rumble. "I want the hell hound."