The Wolf's Pretend Bride

The wolf next door is rude, much too old for me, and…my new pretend mate.
He’s a biker, I’m a witch. We dislike each other with a passion and bicker around the clock.
But suddenly when my ex bothers me, he gets all protective and pretends we’re mates.
It’s a convenient arrangement. I just have to remember it’s fake. He could never be my baby daddy…

He needs a fake mate for his family, I could use one to fend off my ex.
And so we make a deal. It’s easy to pretend, because this could never be real.
He’s too rude. I’m too young for him. He’s too possessive.
Oh, and we hate each other. Everything about him irritates me.

But here’s the thing with irritation: it comes from a place of undeniable attraction.
His brooding makes my insides tingle, his grumpiness makes me want to rip his clothes off.
He says we should make our relationship convincing, which messes with my head.
It makes my heart bleed and my soul tear. And the ultimate question arises:

When did I start falling for my fake mate?