Rick POV
I gasped, jerking awake in the middle of the night, sudden bolts of electricity waking me from a dead sleep.
It took me a few seconds to realize what was happening, why I suddenly felt this heat burst all over my skin.
My body is buzzing, electrical currents shooting across my skin, penetrating deep into my muscles. Quinn's scent, just like the sugary sweet donuts she eats every morning, envelops me. It’s different than before. Stronger. She always smelled sweet, but this is definitive and unique. It’s a scent only meant for me. Only for her mate.
Midnight. It’s midnight, meaning it’s the day of my 18th birthday, and the day I can finally recognize Quinn as my mate.
She is still sleeping beside me, her hair tangled beneath her arm above her head. She has never looked more
