Veiled Bonds

Shared Bonds

Lysander's POV

A captivating aroma wafted through the air, catching my attention as I observed Zephyr's hurried figure. I couldn't be mistaken—it was the scent of my mate emanating from the usually stoic and cold demon, Zephyr. My mind raced with possibilities. If he had gone to handle the retaliators in a human village, the likely outcomes she might have been involved, might have been a captive or, worst-case scenario, dead. I needed to ensure my mate wasn't among them, and I needed to discover her whereabouts. It had been far too long, ages of searching without success for the one who could bring joy to my existence.

Abruptly standing up, I declared, "I need to know what happened." Zephyr had left to deal with the retaliators, implying that many were now confined, facing consequences, or possibly even dead. I had to ascertain the safety of my mate.

Following Zephyr to his office, I suggested as I passed him, "Let's talk inside." He closed the door behind us, adopting a composed expression. I wasted no time getting to the heart of the matter, stating, "Zep, care to explain why you reek of my mate when you had gone to the human village to take care of the retaliators?"

Confusion clouded Zephyr's features, and he furrowed his brow, asking, "What do you smell?"

"Jasmine... sweet coconut and jasmine," I replied. "I never liked the flower, but I can't get enough of this." Zephyr remained motionless for a few seconds, not even taking a breath.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned to me, speaking in a dark voice. "Lysander, please call the men of our household. There might be a chance we all share the same mate, the one I just found and you just smelled." The revelation hung in the air, ushering in a sense of unity and mystery among the supernatural beings destined to be bound by a common fate.