RACHELE POV
I couldn’t believe it.
I’d actually found my mate.
Okay — our mate. Shared.
With Rebecca.
But honestly? We’d always known it would happen.
Twins like us didn’t get separate fates. The Moon Goddess had been pulling twin-bond tricks for generations — sometimes cruel, sometimes poetic. So yeah, somewhere deep down, I knew Rebecca and I would share a mate.
I just didn’t expect him to look like that.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Scarred hands. The kind of face that made your stomach flutter and your common sense pack its bags and leave. His scent—gods, his scent—was ridiculous.
Sandalwood and amber and something that felt like the first breath after a thunderstorm.
I could handle dangerous.
But this? This was unfairly dangerous.
My mouth went dry the second he looked at me. M
