Alex
I drag my tired ass up the stairs after a grueling workout in the basement. I expect to be alone on my eighteenth birthday, but to my surprise, Amber waits for me in the kitchen. Amber has been avoiding me like the plague for the past week, but today she is decorating my cake, her face unreadable as she avoids meeting my gaze.
The tension between us is palpable. Now that I’m finally legal, our wedding can take place...if Amber still wants me, that is. She was acting really strange when we fell asleep in the same bed. The little thing touched my abs and then ran away as if my skin had burnt her. Doesn’t she like my muscles?
I meet her gaze, hoping that some miracle will happen, and we discover we are fated mates, but nothing happens. f**k. That means Amber’s mate is still out there
