DARIUS POV

Darius' heart had stopped beating for a split second the moment she entered the room.

His wolf jerked involuntarily, and even though he appeared motionless, his hand gently tapping on his lap as he sat in his king-sized chair, he couldn't deny that the frail-looking, red-haired goddess in front of him had an emotional and physical impact on him.

His mate... the lady with the insanely voluminous curves who had called out to him at the auction ring back then.

The same lady he had ...