Five minutes have passed and my feet are on the verge of giving up. “He is near. He is here—”
A pair of green eyes met my blue eyes. Everything, even the ones around us, seems to freeze. Time stopped itself. It was only me and him at this very moment. But what amazed me more was the owner of those eyes. My mate.
My mate, the first person to finally love me truly.
Our eyes kept on gazing at each other's souls. None of us dare to break that stare.
He was handsome in his plain white shirt and ripped jeans. His black ruffled hair, as if a woman held on tight on it while having sex, turned me on.
Mira was howling, jumping in all the corners of my mind.
“Mate,” I whispered—more like gasped—as he stopped where the moonlight struck his face, making him look more ethereal.
He stepped one foot forward as if to get closer to me. But Alpha Garrick of the Stoneheart Pack froze mid-step upon inhaling my scent. His face was kind and tame.
My dream of finding a worthy mate and escaping this living hell is over. I knew it the moment my mate approached with a polite smile on his face.
“Mate,” he breathed.