Evaline:
Oscar.
I stared at him like I was seeing a ghost... except ghosts didn't breathe heavy in the moonlight. They didn't hold your gaze with dark green eyes full of wild tension. They didn't smell like fire and pine and something dangerous that lived in the back of your throat and heart.
But he did.
He was real.
And he was naked.
I instinctively took a step back. My heart was slamming so hard that it hurt. The weight of the mate bond flared up between us like it had just remembered its purpose. A golden string pulled tight in my chest, vibrating, burning.
He didn't move at first. His gaze was locked on mine, unreadable.
He was the same man who kept telling me to stay away. Who hadn't even looked at me since our last meeting when my world tilted and my heart betrayed me by accepting him despite everything.
He had rejected that bond. Rejected me. Even if not directly, his words that day were enough for me to know that he didn't want the bond, or me.
But his wolf?
