Nicholas
“Nicholas… You are my fated mate.”
Anna’s words felt like a knife of ice piercing my heart. What the f**k was happening? I’d known Anna for years. We’d spent months at one point sharing a bed, meeting in hotel bars and drunkenly fumbling in the dark. It was fun, but…
Not once—not a single goddamn time—had my wolf stirred for her like this.
Yet now, standing before her with the Blood Moon rising high above us, something primal and ancient stirred inside of me. My wolf seemed to recognize… something in Anna. His mate.
Slowly, I turned back to face her. She stood still, waiting, her white dress billowing gently in the night breeze. She was beautiful, I’d always recognized that—tall and graceful, with smooth pale skin and eyes that seemed to catch every flicker of
