Chapter Sixty Two
Rolling his aching shoulders and moving his neck side to side, Zander glanced over to the sofa where Chloe had passed out from exhaustion. Standing up, he walked over to where his mate lay, placing the throw she had kicked off her legs gently back over her body once more. Her sleep was restless at best, a small furrow on her brow indicated that even in sleep she was concerned about what was to come. Crouching down, he looked at his mate, she was so beautiful, and laid there sleeping, she appeared even younger than her 18 years. All Zander had wanted was for her to enjoy her teenage years, but fate had a different plan, and now she carried the weight of the world on her young shoulders. She had matured so much in the months since he first found her, taking everything in
