Serena was so beautiful, such a kind and radiant soul, that Gregory couldn’t help but wonder whether he deserved her as a mate at all.
He was at a bar, drowning his sorrows, chugging glass after glass, when someone appeared behind him and patted his shoulder to get his attention. He looked furiously at the man who dared to interrupt his musings.
“You,” he slurred at the all too familiar man. “I have seen you before…”
With her, he was lucid enough not to say the final two words, not wanting to give his longing away.
The man who managed to look powerful and laid-back at the same time, and who was Serena’s little plaything-s***h-lapdog, unnerved him without even trying.
He wished he would stop drooling over his mate.
He wished he would stop courting her as if it was his birth-giv
