Nevaeh felt the room begin to tilt, the sterile white walls closing in until the air grew thin and heavy. Her life had already been a jagged map of wreckage, a series of failure, rejection, and escape that left her raw. She had barely allowed herself to believe in the quiet of Dewan's assurance, convinced she had finally found her second chance. Now, a stranger with hair like winter moonlight and eyes that burned with silver fire was being presented to her.
What was she hearing?
That this gorgeous, beautiful storm of a man was also her mate?
It felt like a cruel joke, a cosmic mistake meant to mock her. A girl like her could not possibly be tethered to two Alphas. There had to be some kind of error, because just like Dewan said, it was totally impossible to have more than one mate. A second-chance mate, she could understand—but two mates?
Seriously… what kind of twisted fate was this?
