Fate is a grade-A royal jerk. I’m too young for this… Mates are supposed to be a rarity dangit. No this isn’t happening. I won’t let it happen. I’m supposed to be free, the only one not born to serve. One seductive brooding man isn’t about to change that… right? Right. Now I just need to get him to stop undressing me with his eyes.
He called her a gift, trying to claim credit for what Fate has provided me. She’s hardheaded, brazen, and has a constant need to disobey me, but the burning desire I have for her veils it all. She thinks she has a choice; thinks the fever can be denied. Stubborn little minx, soon enough, she’ll be begging to be mine.