VALENTINE

I sucked in my breath watching the crowd cheer. Some of the Monarch members, predominantly the werewolves who had found their mate were present. I could see Abigail smiling ear to ear as she held the hands of her mate. You could tell she was anticipating for the ritual to begin so badly. I wished I could say the same. In my case, I felt nothing but repulse for the man. I wanted to hate him. The goddess knew I did but he was the solar opposite of what I wanted him to be. Perhaps it was the mate bond. I hoped it was the mate bond because, after...