Ara's POV
I laid on my back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a storm cloud.
Mate.
The word echoed in my skull, relentless.
Damon Stormvale Ravaryn, who was hunting down the rogues, the man whose touch had set my skin on fire. And now, by some cruel twist of fate, he was my mate. My core still burned hot from his punishment. Was it even proper? His scent still clung to me like a second skin, and somehow I liked it.
Ok, Ara. Breathe. He’s your mate. That’s… normal to be intimate. Some people consummate the bond the day they meet all the time.
But nothing about this was normal. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to gasp every moment of the day. Too many things happened in such a short time.
I had lied to him. I had no pack. Only borrowed t
