CHAPTER 3
The scent of jasmine and sage washed over him, bringing Zen back from his thoughts, but now filled him with a sense of peace. He felt like he was floating and his knees were in danger of buckling, bringing him crashing to the hard floor, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the beautiful creature in his arms, his mate. He remembered them both saying the word at the same time, then suddenly his past came crashing down on him as he thought how his mate would
never want him.
His back had never healed fully, even when he shifted for the first time when he was a teen like his father had always hoped it would. No, the damage had been done at such an early age. Too many before his first shift for it to make a difference. So, now he was stuck with the scars from that horrible da
