When I walk back into the room and see my mate awake, Cyran immediately starts purring in my head. The sound is so unexpected that it takes me a second to respond. ‘The fuck Cyran?’ ‘What? She’s our mate. She’s beautiful, perfect.’ Great, my wolf is already head over heals for this tiny girl. I’m

Seven years? No wonder I’ve never found her. My mate has been a blood bag since I came of age. If she hadn’t escaped when she did, I still wouldn’t know she exists. And because of how much time had passed, I was willing to take a chosen mate. My hatred for the vampires is overwhelming. They have kep

I can’t relax, but I do listen, and I lay back. I look up to see if he’s giving my body the same lecherous looks the vampires did, but he’s not. He’s focused on my hair. I frown, weird. He puts his hand under my head, holding it above the water then takes his other hand and begins cupping water int

She nods and as we’re walking into the room, Dustin walks in holding two trays. “You can set them over there.” I nod my head toward the couch and coffee table. I watch as Dustin smiles at Angel. I’m going to throat punch him if he doesn’t stop flirting with my mate. “Feeling better Angel?” He asks

I smile, my hands coming to rest on his neck and chest. “Thank you.” I say and I drift back to a dreamless sleep. When I wake in the morning, he is gone but the blankets still have the warmth of his body on them, so I know he hasn’t been gone long. I sit up, realizing I need to use the bathroom and