The Prince Had Chosen His Mate

Staring into those bluish molten lava eyes with dots of fire in it. He couldn't see her face clearly but he knew she was beautiful. She always comes to him, blurring her face except her eyes and lips.

He should be scared, right? But he wasn't because he had a weird sort of connection to her. He had been connected to her since he was just five years old.

Prince Ares was determined to make good use of the time…this time. Though the dreams were becoming very frequent, he looked forward to it always.

He stared at those luscious lips that dripped with honey yet looked like the freshest and most reddish cherry ever. Once wasn't enough, he just can't get enough. He had to taste it again.

"You can at least tell me your name this time. I had been waiting for twenty years. " he whispered seductively in her ears.

She didn't reply, instead she bit those red lips of hers anxiously. It seemed as though she wanted to tell him something.

Gosh, she was killing him. His wolf howled and pushed him towar