Oliver's POV 

I already knew Maya wouldn’t agree to that right now. She wasn’t ready, not yet. I would have to show her the bond between us, let her feel it. She needed to see it for what it was, what we were. She is my mate. My other half. And I want her with every part of me.

For the past five and a half years, I’ve watched my younger brother Henry live a life I’ve only dreamed of, married to his mate, raising four beautiful children. I want that too. Desperately. I ...