My Mate Is a Dead Man
"Stop!" the Elder surged toward the altar, his voice ragged with panic. "Shelly, you'll kill the pup!"
My hands trembled, hovering over my belly as the golden light flickered at my fingertips.
The images kept replaying in my head.
Ford, kissing Kyra, telling her she was the one he truly wanted.
But the mate bond, a stubborn thorn in my soul, still throbbed with a phantom ache for him.
A treacherous part of me still loved the man he was supposed to be.