Warlord Braun, Twelfth Floor Hallway
Warlord Braun, Twelfth Floor HallwayI’d found her. My mate. The beautiful, dark female who’d appeared in my room.
I’d learned from Warlord Wulf that the moment he became aware of Olivia, his beast had chosen and there had been no doubt, no regret, only peace with his choice.
Olivia, his human mate, had laughed and said it was something called magic, a mystical notion that humans believed in. I hadn’t understood either one of them, but now it made sense.
My mate had appeared as if by magic, as if I’d… conjured her from the last shards of hope holding me together.
No, not hope. Discipline. Restraint. I’d kept the beast at bay for years now, the Atlan curse of mating fever a constant fire in my blood. Yet I maintained my ice-cold control at all times.
