Meeting a fated mate was supposed to be the most important moment in a werewolf’s life. It was the fairy tale they heard about as pups. The moment they waited for from the second they felt their wolves stir. It was the moment eyes locked, the most delicious scent hit the nostrils, and wolves howled "Mate!" while their humans raced to embrace, screaming "Mine!" for the whole world to know they were complete.
Prince Gael did none of that.
In the back of Zoriana’s mind, Kalina whimpered in deep, agonizing sorrow. He didn't even acknowledge the bond. He didn't acknowledge her.
Zoriana’s heart should have shattered into a million pieces, but it didn't; it was still too scarred from Ryder’s betrayal to break again. Yet, it hurt—a dull, throbbing ache that made it hard to draw air. To be rejec
