Dominic's POV~
When I was a child, I hated Mimosa plants. The most beautiful, deliciously scented yellow color of round balls hanging from the boughs of dainty stems and the irony of the so-called sun. It may be the fragility of the flower that I hate. Whenever I try to pluck it, it dies in my hands even before I can enjoy its beauty.
I feel the same about my little mate whom I want to reach and touch. I want to keep her all to myself, never want her to wither away. She smiles when her eyes capture my presence. The kind of smile that will light up her whole face, brightening up every corner. Her attention turns to Isabella before coming back to me as her friend leaves her there, alone.
My heart fills with a heavy feeling seeing her smile, my mate as well as my queen. Without dwelling on
