Pollux.

The last few days I had spent with Trixie had been amazing. I had marked her as my mate. Right now, I lay on the bed watching her walk around my room with her hair hanging down in ringlets over her shoulders in nothing but a see-through black robe. All I wanted to do was take her again.

She was beautiful and smart, and to think I thought ill of her made me disgusted with myself. How could I have ever thought that way about my mate when fate destined her to be with ...