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ARCHER

HIS BREATH HITCHED as she began walking toward him. His eyes travelled from her eyes to her face. His jaw dropped as he took in her face.

For a split second, his eyes drifted to her red pouty lips, but he quickly pulled his eyes away as he imagined locking his lips with them.

His gaze travelled to her slender neck and forced himself to tear his eyes away. His fangs throbbed at the thought of sinking them into her neck and marking her as his.

He cleared his throat and took his gaze back to her face to try and rid himself of sinful thoughts. She was so beautiful, the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on.

He was so close to snatching her into his arms and bringing her back with him to his kingdom, where he would keep her away from the eyes of other men forever.

He couldn't fathom the thought of another man with his mate. She was his as much as he was hers alone.

The mate he had been waiting almost a century for, was right in front of him. She was worth the wait,