Fire engulfed my insides, threatening to burn the very earth that I stand on and to consume the very hand that had found its way to my mate, now entangled in what could be seen as conjugal bliss.

Micah was quick to untangle himself from the female, his gaze fastened on me, and he had at least the grace to feel guilt.

Good, because that was what I would feel if I were caught in an unquestionable situation with someone who wasn’t my mate.

“Raya,” he breathed out my name, and this time I froze, his words bringing me to a halt.

Just yesterday, he had said that name with...