Theovin strode into the room and kicked the door shut behind him, his gaze fixed on the large king-sized bed situated to the right of the room.
His heart began to race at the thought of having his mate in his bed.
His body heat intensified as he approached the bed, and he felt his consciousness stirred by Gold Song's absence.
As he carefully lowered Rosey, bundled in his arms, onto the bed, Theovin mused on Golf Song prolonged absence.
"This is strange. Gold Song not appearing for such an extended period."
Transfixed by Rosey's irresistible allure, Theovin fixated on her for several minutes as she lay on the bed, draped in a pristine white bedsheet.
Her presence exuded a captivating charm, and she was as alluring as a sweet, juicy fruit.
Theovin was hesitant to let anyone else lay eyes upon her captivating vulnerability, as she looked so delicate and charming, like a fragile butterfly alighted on a dainty flower.
