Arlen's POV
“Mate!” Keila exclaimed as a pair of purple eyes connected with my turquoise ones.
It should be a beautiful moment, the best day of my life in fact, but it wasn’t…
My mate, the man who was supposed to be my other half and the love of my life, was kissing another woman who was sitting on his lap.
I could endure that; he didn’t know me and had no idea who I was. I could have let that slide, but the bastard didn’t stop when he saw me.
He continued kissing her.
Do dragons don’t recognize their mate?
“What is the meaning of this?! " a voice yelled. When I looked at the person who had spoken, I realized he was an older version of my mate.
They both had dark, wavy hair, but my mate had chosen to keep it longer. It sat on his head, looking a bit messy but sexy.
Sexy, y
