Ch. 42 Far From Over

Dillon’s POV

I thought I’d resigned myself to a life without my fated mate, without the only woman I would ever love. I thought I’d been ready to commit to Blair, to settle for companionship and that would be enough. Then Zoe came barrelling into the Alpha’s office and suddenly, all the air was sucked from my lungs.

She was fuckin’ gorgeous! I’d forgotten just how stunning she was, effortlessly beautiful. She’d cut her long blonde hair to just below her shoulders, framing her face in long, flaxen silk strands. Her smooth shoulders and the slightest hint of cleavage were on display in off-the-shoulder top she had on, making me itch to leave little kisses all along her creamy skin. And when she turned to greet her brother, fuck! Her ass looked amazing in those painted-on jeans.

I must have committed some mortal sin and this was my punishment. My ravishing mate sent to torture me! Because all her clothes did was remind me just how perfect she looked without them on and my cocked swell