ILYANA’S POV
“I don’t care that you're an omega, Ilyana. You’re my mate,” Kael muttered hoarsely. His hand was on my chin, drawing me in.
“Really?” I whispered softly, heat spreading through every part of me.
“Hmm hmm.” He hummed, leaning closer. His lips were barely an inch away from mine, and I briefly glanced at them, subconsciously licking my lips before flickering my gaze back to him.
“Prove it then.”
His eyes darkened, his voice raw and hungry with need, “Are you sure?”
It was my turn to hum, daring him, “Prove that I’m your mate.”
He closed the last gap, his lips meeting mine—
A sharp knock split through it.
The moment shattered like glass. I groaned, pushing my face deeper into the pillows, clinging to the fading warmth of the dream, hoping it would return. But another ser
