Clay’s P.O.V

Flora’s friend, Dorothy, stared at me with wide eyes as I moved closer to stand in front of her. Everyone had gone quiet as they watched my next move but my mind was clear.

I had thought the transition would be difficult. That the pull of the mating bond would force me to love someone else eternally. That everything I felt before the mating ceremony would vanish in a heartbeat, leaving me with only one woman in my mind…my mate.

But I never had to worry.

“Clay…” Dorothy whispered; her dark brown eyes filled with adoration.

I gave her a polite smile before taking her hands in mine....