POV: ALARIC
The one thing the Moon Goddess had ever done right was chaining Jasmine to me with something she couldn't undo. Something she didn't choose and didn't have a choice in.
Fate.
I should worship the Moon Goddess for it. For once, she wasn't playing games. She gave me the one thing I ever wanted, the one thing that was mine.
And Jasmine… sweet, confused, little Jasmine… she still thought she had a say in all this.
I know exactly what's spinning in that pretty head of hers. She thinks the next step is rejection. She thinks that the bond we share is something she can sever with a few muttered words and teary eyes.
That has to be the funniest fucking thing I've ever imagined. Because let the world split open, and the Draegor himself crawl out of the pit of hell to rule this earth–I would never reject my fated mate.
Fuck 'My. Fated. Mate."
The sound of it made a dance erupt in my stomach.
I couldn't believe this was happening, in all honesty.
