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 i