The often-repeated proverb is a lie. Absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It fills it with frustration and rage.

My name is Prince Lorenzo Barducci. Yet, I'm better known within the Lycan world as... The Lore. Some label me a psychopath. My Queen calls me a trusted friend. For centuries I have longed for a mate but feared the Goddess would deny me such a treasure.

Then, I found her.

Bayla Joseph is living a shadow of a life. She locks herself away in her farmhouse, and rarely serves her Coven. Growing up she was told never to interact with the Lycans. Now, arguably the most notorious one is claiming she is his mate. I understand her cautious nature and have been willing to put in the work to make her mine.

I can feel long dormant emotions awakening within her. Passion. Desire. Love. Still, she hesitates.

Were Bayla to give herself to me, I would make her my partner, my lover... the other half of my soul.