Oberon’s POV
“Damn it!” I cursed aloud, though I hadn’t meant to.
I had just watched my daughter flee from the house—away from her mate—and it shattered me. But if I was being honest, I couldn’t say I was entirely surprised. Dahlia, for all her kindness, compassion, and intelligence, was also as stubborn as they came. Once she set her mind to something, there was no moving her. Just like her mother.
We’d never had an outright conversation about her feelings on the mate bond, but I didn’t need one. I saw it in the way she held herself, in the offhand comments she made whenever a friend or patient found their mate.
"Isolde keeps saying she wishes she’d meet her mate, but honestly? I think she’s lucky it hasn’t happened yet."
"So-and-so found her mate and swears she’s never been happier.
