Zaid
Staring at the phone in my hand, I let my mind wander to what my uncle just told me.
Ember is my second-chance mate, meaning my first mate must have died some time ago. I try to think back through the years between my eighteenth birthday and now, trying to recall any memory that might link me to who my first mate might have been.
Harold and his men have kept a close eye on me for the last eight years, so even if I did run into my fated mate, they would have intervened before anything could happen.
With a groan of frustration, I turn to stare at the lake. The waters have always soothed me, calming me when the thought of my fate as Alpha King plagued me, but right now, thoughts of my mate and how I’m going to keep her safe are wreaking havoc in my mind.
Four days have passed since
