Amath had never felt so nervous and insecure in his existence as when he stopped in front of his mate's gaze.

He knew exactly what he looked like and that was one of the reasons why he did not want to wake up, better to stay in oblivion.

If she rejected him because of his appearance, he didn't know what he would do, it would be worse than dying.

He didn't want her pity either

Amath wanted her love, but who would find a filthy beast like what he had become pleasant?

Her silence made him regret it.

She was so beautiful, so many men desired her, and Nagy could even be with one of her kind.

But he, like Michael, had never known affection, never true love, and longed for the warmth of his mate.

Amath, too, was greedy for her soul, for her total acceptance.

Nothing made sense without her, and if Nagy rejected him, then there was only one way for them to go.

He felt her coming towards him and panic clenched his soul.

Amath never thought he could be so cowardly in front of his mate, but his i