I was a celestial Monster with anger problems and enough instability to earn a personal warning from the most powerful Witch at Runevald.
Not exactly ideal mate material.
The word hit me hard enough to make me close my eyes briefly.
Mate.
Dangerous thought.
Forbidden thought.
But it was becoming harder to deny every passing hour.
The stars had aligned.
My instincts had aligned.
Hell, my own Celestial Mapping program proved it.
Even my magic reacted differently around her.
Stronger.
Sharper.
More controlled somehow despite the unbearable intensity of my emotions.
That should not have been possible.
And yet there it was.
I rested one hand against the cold stone windowsill and stared out into the storm while the truth settled heavier inside me.
I wasn’t good enough for her.
That part remained painfully obvious.
Amrin deserved someone gentle.
Stable.
Safe.
Not a male who nearly tore apart a Werewolf because jealousy made his vision go white.
Not a male whose power reacted violently to emotional instability.
Not a male who spent years terrified of attachment because deep down he knew exactly how dangerous obsession could become in someone like him.
But I wanted her anyway.
And I was no longer certain my arguments against it mattered.
Not after hearing her laugh.
Not after watching her blush when I flirted with her.
Not after the way she melted into my arms when I kissed her beneath the storm-lit skies of Asgarheim.
