Lucian observed from the shadows, his tall and elegant figure perfectly hidden. The autumn wind ruffled his dark hair, but his golden eyes remained fixed on the scene before him. There she was, Eliza, walking with that natural grace he found so hypnotic. Her scent floated in the air, a unique blend of vanilla and something wild. But she wasn't alone. No, of course not. Damian was by her side, too close for his liking, with that arrogant smile that seemed made to provoke him.
Luca growled with contained fury. The connection between them was so deep that Lucian could feel every emotion of the animal as if it were his own. And right now, they both shared the same burning feeling, jealousy. Damian had no right to be there, to walk beside Eliza as if she belonged to him. Because she didn't belong to him. She was his. His mate. His destiny. And seeing another man close to her was like feeling a knife slowly turning in his chest.
