KELLEN
Day 4 of the Gladiator Games
Three days had gone by since I first laid my eyes on my mate, I hadn’t slept because each night when I closed my heavy lids, her striking blue angelic eyes with just that hint of green invaded the dark corners of my mind, keeping sleep at bay.
I had to, no. I needed to see her again.
What were the chances of me being sold into slavery, coming here, and then meeting my mate?
Fate. My own conscious whispered to me.
I didn’t even know her name, I wasn’t even sure if I had truly let go of Lamia, but I wanted my mate, to touch her, to feel her, to whisper her name on my lips as I looked into her eyes. I wanted to unpin her flaming hair and let my fingers run through its length.
I laid on my cot, my c**k hardening for the first time in over a month, at
