Mateless.
Without an heir.
And utterly and completely alone. Heartbroken after my fated mate rejected me. I never thought I'd have a chance at love. At my cousin's wedding, the bride's beautiful red-head sister has my attention and protecting her is my pleasure. Rather than fight, I stow her away behind a pillar, pressing against her body to keep her shielded from those who might take issue with her betrayal, something I found out because she does not seem to be able to keep anything to herself, including her sexy body. "Is it safe?" Long lashes beat against the top of her cheeks as she waits for a response. I'm entranced by her beauty, and her voice that feels like my silk sheets. "Put your arms around my neck," I command, coming up with a strategy to get her to safety so that I can join the fight. Without hesitance, she wraps her long, supple arms around me and whispers, "Like this?" A grin appears on my lips, and I nod. I'm bound by duty, but my wild heart wants what it wants, and right now, that's Morgan. In whatever capacity I can have her.