"T-That is not it. As a demon, it is rare for you to meet your fated mate, as they are all born in different places in the world due to the curse bestowed by the Gods—" The physician gasped, covering his mouth. He had just called him a demon. His pulse quickened as fear gripped his chest.
Would the General kill him too, like the others? Even though he had known Zayden from a young age, he still didn't fully understand why Zayden did most things only he could comprehend.
Zayden's jaw tightened. Countless fated mates… And yet, the one he wanted, the one beginning to open his heart, was already marked by another. His chest tightened. He wanted to scream, to tear something apart—but he held it in.
He stood abruptly from the chair with a loud thud. The physician's pulse began to race, his hands trembling in fear.
Zayden scoffed at the sight. He didn't intend to scare the old man, yet seeing him shake reminded Zayden of why Ren might refuse him—and accept another alpha as his mate.
