Rosalie's POV
A powerful voice says, "We finally meet, mate," as the opulent bedroom door slams shut. My nose is filled with an enticing scent that is actually a bizarre combination of chocolate and mint. I'm fully awake now, yet I was just half sleeping.
'Mate! Mate!' Reign whispers in my mind, "Rosa, this is our fated.' She seems terrified; there isn't the typical happiness that females feel when they first meet their fated. 'Reign, are you certain?' I ask her, 'We already have a mate. Have you forgotten?'
She gives a head shake. She says shakily, "This is our fated; the Moon Goddess has picked him for us. However, he is repulsive. The scent of many women lingers about him. She says, "I don't want him; he's a filthy man whore." with disgust.
I slowly rose from the couch where I had
