EROS’S POV
I’ve been watching my little mate from across the street all damn day. She hasn’t gone anywhere. Just pops in and out of her room, pacing, scrolling, doing whatever it is she does when she’s not thinking about her finding her mate.
And it’s boring as s**t.
I lean back in my chair on the balcony, legs propped up, sipping a cold drink and trying not to lose my damn mind. Ross and Tina are inside, laughing and giggling like some teenage lovebirds. Cute. They’re too cute, actually. I’m happy for them. For real.
Tina finding her mate had to be a shock—hell, I should probably call Coral and let her know. But they haven’t marked and mated yet. Maybe they’re waiting for me to leave the house to get that part over with. Fine by me. I don’t need to hear that s**t. If anyone’s getting
