Kaito sensed it from far away. The moment the scent hit him, his heart stopped for a second. It was familiar. Too familiar. It was the same scent he had caught the day his new roommate arrived. That day, he had thought maybe the smell came from the boy who moved in, but now he knew the truth. His mate had shown up that day. He had felt her. And he had been too blind to realize it.
He clenched his teeth in anger. How could he have missed it? How could he have been so foolish? But now that the scent was back, he wouldn't waste another second. He was going to find her, and he was going to mark her before the others had a chance. He had no time to play fair.
It wasn't because he was selfish. No, Kaito had just never learned how to share. And he wasn't about to start now—not even because of some old prophecy. He wanted her to be his. Only his.
