William had never believed in the idea of fated mates. For him, the thought of a predetermined partner seemed like a romanticized concept from a novel or a movie. But as he entered the room, his senses suddenly became acute. A new, unfamiliar scent hit him, and his eyes zeroed in on you.

“Excuse me.” He interrupts whoever was currently speaking, his gaze fixated on you as he approaches, towering over you.

“Are you unmated?”