Chapter Five

Devine was a total moron. He had to be. Why else would he have started a battle with his own brother for touching the chin of some stranger who meant nothing to him?

The rosebud marking on his chest burned with her touch. It tingled and moved, and she gasped as her fingertips ran across it. Every Dragon of their Clan carried a rose on his skin, symbolizing that mate bond each strived for.

It was a Dragon’s hope to find his mate, for without one, he would die. That was the sad reality of powerful, immortal beasts. Oh, dying would take long, a millennium perhaps, but Devine could not be sure about that.

He only knew this was a complete shock to his system. He had never expected to find his maiden and was determined to live his days trying to repay the Falks for the wrong he did them in hunting their brother.

But everything was different now. Sunny had claimed her Wolf knew he was her mate the second she had seen him. That had to mean something, right?

Fuck fuck fuck.