Kavira POV
This couldn’t be real. I had a mate yet nothing about this moment resembled the way I’d imagined it would feel. He wasn’t trying to kiss me. He wasn’t pulling me into his arms or speaking sweet promises. Instead, he just… watched. Calm. Detached. Did he not want me?
I slowly lowered myself into a chair across from him, my eyes studying his every move. He sat back effortlessly, one arm resting along the back of the seat while the other held his whiskey. The amber liquid in his glass shimmered, half full, with small droplets trailing down the side and dotting his pants. I forced myself not to stare. The man who had haunted my fantasies my walking s*x god was actually my mate. And now, I’d finally get to find out if those fantasies would ever come true. But from the looks of it…
