I was already mated.
And yet — I was being pulled.
Like a siren’s song.
I hated sirens.
Every last one of them.
But only the strongest were male.
This — I sniffed the air again as ecstasy took over — this was no male.
This was all female.
The instinct to protect kicked in, forcing a surge of adrenaline through my limbs as I staggered toward the trees.
Green eyes blinked through the fog.
I stilled.
My breath caught.
Vampire.
I frowned, reaching for her.
“Kiss me, Wolf.”
Why was I tempted?
Why did I want to touch this being?
When every hair stood on end like she was foe not friend. When I had a mate back home that I loved more than life itself.
Confusion warred with disgust, and then the vampire stood on her tiptoes and pressed her cheek against mine, the way my people greeted.
But she was no wolf.
Her lips grazed the outside of my ear before she bit down onto my neck…
I jerked awake. Sweat pooled the bed like I’d just taken a shower.
And my mate, the one I was so convinced would be lying right next to me, was gone.
She’d been gone.
Over a hundred years.
And every year, like clockwork, on the anniversary of her death.
I saw my vampire.
She bit me.
And I woke up with a bruise on my neck as if it were real.
MASON