His Mate, His Enemy.

Selene had been told right from time that she would never have a mate, it was one of the many consequences of her curse which not only robbed her of the chance to find a mate but also left her bald, confined her to her chambers, weakened her, and stripped her of the heightened senses and instincts that define a werewolf.

She was left with only the healing ability as a remnant of her wolfish heritage.

But Selene had read stories of the mate bond, of the soul-deep connection that would bind one to their destined mate.

And from the moment he walked in, she thought of those stories as her breath hitched in her throat and her soul called out for him.

The most beautiful being Selene had ever set eyes on.

"My Mate?" She whispered in shock.

"Who are you?" Zephyr asked coldly.

His voice was deep and demanding making Selene place her hands firmly on the shelf she was hiding behind.

In one moment, Zephyr walked swiftly to her.

He moved with a grace that spoke of a wild, untamed spirit, yet there was an undeniable elegance to his movements, a hint of something powerful.

Selene gasped in shock when he roughly grabbed her in to his arms.

Her heart race picked up, a response to something very deep, a recognition that resonated on a level beyond words. Her soul was yearning so much and she felt complete being in his arms.

Her instincts were moving wild.

Time seemed to slow, the world fading away as she drank him in. Every line of his face, every curve of his body, was etched into her memory.

He was tall, impossibly so, with broad shoulders that hinted at his strength. His hair was the color of midnight, a stark contrast to the milky skin that seemed to glow. But it was his eyes that held Selene captive.

Beautiful dark eyes that revealed darkness and hatred like he knew who she was already.

"Who are you?" He asked in a more demanding tone.

Selene shivered in his grasp as her mind searched for what to say.

"Tell me now!" He growled angrilly giving her a firm shake.

"I don't know!" She blurted out with her pulse quickening. "I don't know who I am or where I am."

"Then why are you so scared." He asked as if reading her mind.

"Because you are scary." She said and she dared to look intensely back at him before she added, "Who are you?"

She didn't know who this man was but he seemed to awaken senses in her that she thought herself incapable of feeling. She could also sense some sort of power he had.

Zephyr's gaze swept over her intensely in a way that made her feel very small.

The tension between them was undeniable even for Zephyr as he tried to think straight despite the throbbing emotions he felt.

Looking in to her glassy blue eyes felt like she was looking deep in to his soul.

His empty soul, which now felt different to him.

How did she do this? He wondered. Then like a realization, he remembered the crown tattoo. The representation of her connection to Royalty.

He growled in anger holding Selene even more tightly. She responded to the pain with a gasp.

"You don't get to ask me anything! I ask the questions! Now I won't ask you again, who are you?" He asked in a low growl.

Selene met his gaze, trying her best to appear calm, but her heart was racing in fear. She could feel his scrutiny, his disbelief. She had to convince him.

"I swear,"she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I have no idea who I am or how I got here."

Zephyr's eyes, however, held a glint of suspicion. He knew she was lying. He could see it in her eyes, in the way she shifted uncomfortably under his touch.

He leaned closer, his breath fanning her face.

"We'll see about that," he murmured, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He tightened his grip, his knuckles turning white. Selene's eyes widened in fear. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the world tilting precariously.

The last thing she saw were his eyes, filled with a mixture of anger and something else....…