As they walked through the castle, introducing the different rooms to Rhian, Angelo couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten so lucky with his mate. Sure he didn't know much about her at the moment, but they had an eternity if she would let him.
He was mesmerized by her beauty and the number of times he had tripped over the air in the past hour was proof enough. She was beautiful, and her brother had certainly not lied when he referred to her as a goddess.
Hera was a beauty, and anyone would want to be like her or with her.
She was a beautiful person with a beautiful heart.
Her long hair was freely swinging around, with her movements well calculated.
The castle was like a hole that hadn't been lived in for years and years, and this alpha was to blame. People had wanted to live in there, and he hadn't objected, but the terror they felt whenever they thought of him was enough to make them not want to be seen there, but he never cared.
