Alpha Xander’s POV
It wasn't a dream, she was my mate. The scent that hit my nose when I came into the room for an interview, and the fact that nothing changed about her except that she became plump and was more beautiful.
She was still denying it, or maybe she had amnesia, but the most important thing was that my mate was still alive, which was a guarantee that I wouldn't be alone until the end of the world like I had thought.
“No wonder I wasn't mated to another woman, Moon goddess knew what she had been doing all along.” I thought, sitting in my car. “Step on it ... follow the car,” I told my driver and he obeyed.
We followed the cab that she had boarded until she dropped, alighted from the car, and went into a compound well beautified. “So this is her residence, I should pay her a
