Eighteen

Alex retreated to his study as quickly as he could. He could feel the raw pain of his mate and even hear her cries.

His heart wanted to comfort her but his head was against the idea. He had always gone along with his head and he wasn't going to do otherwise now. Even if it killed him.

Most importantly, he needed to find a way to stop this mate bond from messing with his head.

Alex hadn't been his usual self all night long and all morning. He blamed his mate for it. He still didn't know her name but after looking into her eyes, he could think of a name that would suit her–Crystal. Her eyes were bright and shined like two crystal stones placed side by side.

Realizing where his mind was drifting to, he shook his head. No, no he didn't and couldn't be thinking about her eyes or her perfectly sculpted lips.

What was wrong with him?

He face-palmed and sank his fingers into his hair and groaned.

She was in his system like a drug he couldn't get out. She was hurting and he hated himself for