From the very first second she laid eyes on him, Elara knew he was hers. Not someday, not eventually — but now, always, and forever.
It wasn't attraction. It wasn't interest. It was something raw, something feral that spread through her veins like fire. She didn't even know his name, but her heart whispered one word: mine.
He sat at the far end of the hall, unaware of her stare. Tall, composed, too perfect for this world. He was surrounded by people, yet completely untouchable — until her gaze locked onto him.
Elara's chest tightened. The thought of him smiling at anyone else made her sick. The idea of another woman touching him was unbearable.
No. She would never allow it. He was her fate, her mate, her entire existence.
And if fate didn't agree? Then she would bend fate until it broke.