Michael's POV
When I heard her confess to the crime, my heart shattered. I couldn't explain why.
My instincts told me she wasn't the heartless woman the reporters made her out to be, jealous of her sister to the point of madness.
Why did I feel her despair and frustration, even though she wasn't my mate?
Following her out of the press conference, I watched her cry alone in the rain, and it broke my heart.
As I approached, the scent of jasmine and peach filled my nose. Initially, it was faint. I thought Vera was nearby, but she was nowhere to be seen. The closer I got to Nicole, the stronger the scent became.
It was enticing, intoxicating. I slowly raised my eyes, frowning. "Could Nicole also be my mate?"
My wolf went wild. "Michael, mate."
"Has the Moon Goddess given me two mate
