Fated is overrated

Zane

POV

I wake up with the scent of amber wood and jasmine flooding my senses. It smells so divine, so feminine. I can't help but breathe in deeply and relax completely, crawling a little closer softly.

This is by far the best sleep I have had in years. Or maybe even ever. Zeke and I definitely weren't expecting to have her in our bed (well, technically, Zeke's) last night, I hope she won't regret it when she wakes up. We know she was drunk, so we didn't take advantage of her of course.

But, we couldn't decline her offer to sleep next to her either. Despite not having done anything other than cuddling and a few kisses, I am over the f*cking moon how things turned out. And being together more and especially this close will strengthen the bond, hopefully making it harder for her to ignore it. Having had a small taste of her now, there is no going back.

I need to have her, I crave her so damn much. I crave her more than I have ever craved anything in my life. I need her by my side, by our side.

I was surprised to say the least though. First, she kissed us both.

Then, she kept eye f*cking us, until Damon interrupted. And when we followed her to make sure she was OK, she was blatantly flirting with us, to a point where she hinted at wanting to sleep in between us.

She didn't have to tell us twice of course. She probably isn't used to drinking that much. In the back of the car she was all over me while Zeke was driving. She was f*cking straddling me and kissing my neck.

Running her hands below my shirt. I was getting so turned on I was about to lose my sh*t and Zeke was about to pull over, wanting in on it, before she suddenly fell asleep with her head in the crook of my neck.

Although my balls are as blue as the ocean, my heart swelled that she would trust me enough to fall asleep in my arms. She looks so adorable when she sleeps. Even just looking at her now, she looks so serene and innocent, at peace

. Combined with her heavenly scent, my heart is combusting with joy. I kiss her lips softly, relishing in her soft plump lips against mine. They are perfect. Everything about her is perfect. She sleepily moans and leans into the kiss, her nostrils flaring and she tugs me a little closer instinctively. I am in absolute heaven.

I pull away when her eyes start to twitch, as if willing them open. I hear her groan and a frown starts to form on her forehead, while she places her hands on her forehead.

She must have a big headache, so I mind link one of the maids to bring some aspirin. Zeke is laying on the other side of her, and it seems he has woken from her movements. He crawls closer to her, kissing her back softly and whispers "good morning beautiful".

I can feel her freeze in my hold, before her hands drop from her face and she stares at me bewildered. Her eyes are the size of saucers and the shock is evident on her face. 'Sh*t.. I link Zeke quickly, before swallowing the lump in my throat.

She jumps off of the bed so fast she almost falls flat on her face when the sheets get tangled in her feet, like the bed burned her or something. My heart breaks at how fast she is wanting to get away from us.

She is clinging the sheets to her body tightly, even though she is wearing my shirt, which falls to her knees. Her face is as pale as the sheet and her mouth is agape. "Lola, please calm down.

You asked to come home with us, don't you remember?". "D-did we....?" She breathes out. "Of course not. You were drunk, we would never.." Zeke answers, a concerned expression on his face. "Lola, we love you. We would never take advantage of you".

She scoffs and I wince at her expression. "Taking me home isn't taking advantage? My goddess, I am never drinking again. I have to go" she rushes out, and my heart cracks at her words.

I thought we were finally getting somewhere. I get up from the bed to try and grab her hand gently, but she bounces back and it hurts my heart even more. "Lola, please."

Zeke barely manages to speak, his voice cracking. I am at a loss for words completely as I drop to my knees on the bed, feeling completely defeated for the first time in my life.

"Please just give us one more chance. We will never ever let you down again. We will let every woman in the world know you are it for us, we don't want anyone else. We will treasure you every day for as long as we will live, if you will just let us. Please" Zeke rushes out breathlessly. She just stares at him with a stoic expression on her face, before replying "too little, too late, Zeke".

"Don't you feel anything for us?" Zeke whispers, sounding as broken as I feel. "Anything other than contempt? No" she speaks, before jumping out the window and shifting to her dragon mid-air.

She doesn't even look back as she flies away from us. My heart is bleeding, it feels like it has been ripped from my chest. Is this karma? Is this what she felt like when she knew we were her mates, but were treating her poorly?

"What do we do now Zeke?" I whisper with tears streaming down my face, finally letting go of the dam that held them in.

"If you love something, let it go, right? Maybe we should finally do what she wants us to, and accept her rejection" he whispers, barely audible, with tears streaming down his cheeks as well.