Zopia's POV
My heart plunged, while I kept telling myself to calm down.
"Sure," I answered him as the heat leaked from the refrigerator. Omar paced toward me.
I put down the porcelain fragments slowly.
"Ah-!" the last piece in my palm cut my middle finger. The smell of blood immediately lingered in the air.
Omar stopped getting closer. The blood scent from the mate's fingers has a lethal attraction to the other, giving them the illusion that one has deeply loved the other for years.
Once, I heard a legend that an Alpha met his mate in the war, an enemy princess whose ten fingers were all injured bloodily. He fell in love with her at first sight and even granted his Alpha right to her. This brought his whole pack an earthquake. His pack members argued against his decision, but he insi
