Kazan's P.O.V
"Say that you are mine. Say it, Summer." I said in-between the kiss while I kept sucking those soft and sweet lips of my mate like some addictive.
I looked up after breaking the intense kiss at last, quite reluctantly, as I just did not hear her saying the things that I had asked her to say. She just kept looking at me with those captivating olive-green eyes. And I did find myself captive in them, willingly.
How could I never notice that those beautiful eyes of my mate were the exact same as Summer's?
But even so, how did I never realise her as my mate even though she was always before my eyes?
Was she trying to hide from me? Yes, of course, what else it could be?
"Do you really hate me, Summer?" I asked as all those guilts for the wrong I did to her kept coming to me a
