CHAPTER 11
They walked hand in hand toward the center of the large field of wildflowers, as a light, warm breeze blew, making Pascal’s hair dance around his head. Zen could only stare at the beauty of his mate, looking so much like an angel with his silken hair dancing around his handsome face, the sun causing that face to glow and his eyes to shine. Those stunning brown eyes filled with joy and happiness. The full image of his mate in this moment taking Zen’s breath away and calling to his soul.
Pascal smiled at him and Zen could swear he was in the presence of a true angel, gifted to him by fate herself, a true blessing that he didn’t feel worthy of but would not turn away. His heart filled as his soul soared high from just one look from his mate, and all the love he saw in those choco
