Amelia’s POVMy heart thundering in my ears, I stared at my fantasy man made real, and the two children who had called me their mother.Inside of me, my emotions were a whirlwind, stirring more even with this distance than my entire evening with Ian had.Did I know these people? How could that be, w
“We could try again?” I offered. “What were you saying?”“You truly didn’t get enough sleep last night?” he asked. “This isn’t about me? Because I feel our connection so strongly, Annette, but if you don’t…”“It’s not that,” I said, another lie. “I really am just tired…” Looking around, I had the sl
Amelia’s POVI had expected my first date with my fated mate would have shifted my entire worldview, helping me see new things from fresh perspectives, all angles filled with love. Instead, it was just… fine.Ian was polite and kind. He opened the doors for me and took my arm as we entered the resta
As I came closer, Ian held out his hand for me. “Miss Annette,” he said.When I placed my hand in his, he leaned down and brushed his lips across the back of my hand, a kiss, a soft sign of respect.If anything was going to trigger the mating bond, it should have been this. Yet, I remained unmoved.
SIX YEARS LATER…Amelia’s POVMom knocked on my bedroom door just as I was finishing up putting my makeup on. She smiled at me with a motherly fondness, but there was a tightness in her eyes today that was usually absent.Everyone wanted today to go well.“He’s here,” she said. “Are you almost ready
Damien’s POVMy hatred for Claire was visceral. It was her actions that had taken Amelia from me and from her daughter. But, when faced with the pleading faces of her parents, while holding my own daughter, I felt myself soften.I still hated Claire and always would. But, if she was exiled, she woul