Dane POV
She was sitting right in front of me. It had been five years since I had been finding her. I had spent thousands of dollars on spies and private agencies, but no one could trace her. She haunted my dreams every night.
It was me who had rejected the mating bond between us, ever since my heart felt like a shrapnel in my chest because it knew what it wanted. And it wanted its mate. My wolf wanted his mate. I realized that I couldn’t stay without her, but it was too late by then. Regret swamped me all these years.
And here she was — looking beautiful as sin. Gorgeous as sunshine. She had dyed her sandy brown hair to blond that cascaded till her shoulders. But why were they appearing like they were natural? She had no makeup except pink gloss on her lips and white kohl in her eyes.
