Klaus's POV
There were moments in life when I was grateful for my self control—and this was absolutely one of them.
As an Alpha, holding back my wolf was part of daily life. But even among Alphas, my control was sharper, more disciplined. I could hold back my instincts better than Orion, even better than Zion, his uncle, both known for their composure. Right now, though, every bit of that control was being tested.
Because there she was.
The moment my eyes landed on her—that white-haired beauty sitting alone at a table near the shore—I felt like the world stopped. The wind, the people around, the sound of waves crashing behind us. Everything faded, except her.
My mate.
The scent I had caught earlier, the one that had been driving my wolf mad with need, now had a face. And what a beaut
