ANNE

We ate breakfast that I prepared after one horrendous failed attempt at cooking. It’s not like it was my fault that I lost focus on the pancakes when he barged inside and uttered nonsense. It was Zero’s fault for being this attractive and effortlessly eye—catching to me.

Groaning, I slam my forehead on the kitchen island for the third time. No matter how hard I try to divert my thoughts, I go back to thinking about him in no time.

I have no doubt. Slowly, I am beginning to lose my shit over him.

I sigh and straighten up. I know I have to stay here for a while after hearing Zero’s answer to my demand.

He made up his mind. It will be hard to convince him that he belonged to this world—where fate brought and mated us. He was always supposed to be here. If he was in another timeline or another person…we would never meet.

It was supposed to happen this way and what happens from here depends on our decisions. He can choose to be here and forget about what happened throughout his life.