Xavron’s pov

As usual the guys wanted us to visit the club . Since I was bored I agreed and damn I needed to get that Ophelia out of my head.

After the night we spent, I have been craving for her touch . She is like a drug that intoxicates me . I was terrified after that night because something in my gut is telling me that she is my mate .

Even Isis, my wolf, longs for her . But it can’t be true. I have waited for two thousand years and she can’t be my mate .

My mate cannot be a one night stand. She is...