SIXTY-FIVE

Second chances are very rare, and some believe it to be impossible. It is a known fact that only those highly loved by the moon goddess were given second chances.

After Zayden, I never hoped to have a mate because I didn’t want Mena to suffer the same things in the hands of another man. I was better off alone, but I’m sure the moon goddess is seated cross-legged and laughing at me right now.

How is this possible?

As my eyes slowly started to flip open, I was half expecting it to be a dream, but it wasn’t. It felt too real, and the scent still surrounded me, enveloping me in a cocoon of warmth. My hands tingled from where someone held me. The electric current traveled up my arms and went directly to my brain, making it hard for me to think.

“You are awake,” his deep, rough voice held a little bit of concern, or is it my imagination? This man didn’t care for me, and there should be an explanation of what is going on right now. I snatched my arms away from his. He frowned, giving me a d