"You," Rowan said again, his voice rough. "It's you."I couldn't speak. The mate bond was singing between us, so strong I could almost see it – a golden thread connecting us.My wolf was howling. Finally. Our mate. OURS.But he wasn't mine. He couldn't be. Because tomorrow, I was supposed to stand at an altar and let another man mark me."Kira." Lena's hand on my arm. "What's going on? You know him?""No. I've never met him."But my wolf knew him. Had known him the moment I caught his scent."Then why – " Lena looked between us, understanding dawning. "Oh no. That's a mate pull. But you can't – you're mating Asher tomorrow – ""I know."Rowan took a step forward, then stopped. His hands were clenched into fists, every muscle tense."We need to talk," he said, voice controlled but edged. "Privately.""That's not a good idea.""I don't care." The words surprised me, but they were true. I'd died once already. What did scandal matter compared to that?I followed him to the forest line, ig
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