Dorian‘s pov.

Since when the fuck did I start dancing to a woman’s tune? Throwing around compliments like some lovesick idiot? It used to take just a snap of my fingers, and women would crumble at my feet.

But no. That all changed when Freya, my fucking mate, showed up. The bond—damn that fucking mate bond. My father had been right all along. She would be my downfall.

And yesterday… what the hell was that? How did she have that kind of power to push me away? Sure, I ...