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His chest pressed against my boobs as his eyes seemed to search me.

“There's no logic behind it,” he explained. “Not everything has to do with logic.”

But that didn't make any sense to me.

I didn't know him as we weren't of the same kind, but how could a mate bond exist between us?

I sucked in breath, trying to ease the bond of his presence. “I don't believe that.”

He smirked. “You should.”

Then his lips got to my neck, planting a kiss that sent shivers down my spine.

The sensation that came with it was different—different from how Colt made me feel. It was like his body speaking to me even without him saying a word.

“Tristan…” I placed my hands against his chest. “I’m human, you're a werewolf… this shouldn't be between us.”

He shook his head. “But the instinct from the mate bond already said it is.”


I’d become lost among the decisions I had to take, and the events before me and my past haunting me wouldn't let me be.

Concerning my past?

It was the scene of my parents’ death coming fresh in my mind as an open wound coupled with the fact that I lost my memory after that. And just when I thought everything was resolved, that I'd found a new beginning, Colt broke it all.

He betrayed me. He sold me out to Alpha Tristan.

And about Tristan?

He went against using my essence to break his curse by calling me his mate. How was I supposed to be a mate to a werewolf as a human?

Things got a little subtle as tiny pieces of evidence were revealed. What if he’d been the culprit behind my parents’ death?