At the sound of her name, the hidden person peeked out behind Kristen's leg. Steel blue eyes met my dark irises. Brown, cascading curls fell in front of her light blue eyes. She offered up a small, toothless smile to me. I instantly fell in love with my mate. "Age?" I asked, never taking my eyes off of my mate, Lyla. "Seven," replied Kristen in a whiny voice. "Excuse me?" I asked, bewildered by the answer. "Seven." Kristen repeated firmly. How could Lyla be my mate? Ten years spanned between us! I could be considered a child molester for Christ's sake! ********** Alpha Conor wasn't expecting a mate and certainly not little Lyla who is ten years younger than him. How is this supposed to work?