For four weeks, I trained with Luke.

Hard and long.

I forced myself to numb everything by pushing myself to a breaking point.

I was sitting in Luke’s office, discussing his dreams when suddenly Lewis ran in, messy hair, flustered demeanour.

“There’s been a trespassing.” he breathed.

The words were barely out of his mouth when I smelt it.

The smell of roses and rain.

My mate.

No. Can’t be...

London rejected me.

And she smells like pineapple.

Just then, the patrol shoved a short blonde girl into the room, her feet stumbling over each other.

The moment she turned around and looked at me, my heart sank.

Her eyes held hate and fire.

“You...” she growled “Stay away from me or I’ll cut you to a million little pieces.”

How could someone who smells like a flower; prick like a thorn?

*END OF FLASHBACK*

It’s been two years and 7 weeks since the night London broke me and approximately 6 months since I’ve mated with Zareth.

Before Zareth came along, I would feel the same searing agony of that eventful night whenever Zak would bed my London.

Zareth was my second chance.

My new mate.

A pity piece the Goddess had thrown my way, a consolation prize for all that I’ve been through, but that did not mean that I loved her any less...

Before she came along, I was in a mess. I was drinking, sleeping with countless human girls, and being reckless.

But like the flick of a switch, she tamed me.

It had taken months for me to gain her trust and trust her in return. But despite the challenges we faced, we accepted the fact that even though the past can sting and even destroy you, there’s always another​ chance just around the bend.

Zareth was special in so many ways and I adored as well as loved her so limitlessly, so shamelessly.

She had me twisted around her little pinky finger the very moment I laid my eyes on her.

And the moment I sunk my teeth into the crook of her neck, she invaded my soul and filled the cracks with her purity and love, dispersing everything that London was to me; making me whole again.