Prologue
Jane Dearborn had always been haunted by a dream: the vision of a man she was destined to meet. An inexplicable yet undeniable gut feeling whispered to her very soul. "One day," she assured herself, "it all will come to fruition."
She kept this secret close, even withholding the details of his eyes. Meeting him would set her on an unavoidable path—a journey her instincts had long predicted. His arrival would disrupt the delicate balance of her world, shifting it irrevocably.
She didn't know when he would appear or if she would recognize the signs. Yet, deep down, she was prepared to embrace it. This anticipation both scared and comforted her. After years of believing in a dream that never materialized, she had nearly accepted it as mere fantasy.
"Hurry up, Jane!" called Alexander Killarney, her fiancé, already several steps ahead. A.J., as he was affectionately known, was unaware of the storm brewing inside her.
As Jane rushed up the escalator to her friend's wedding, a surge of anticipation washed over her. This was it—the moment her intuition had prepared her for.
Stepping off the escalator in her hunter green mermaid dress, Jane felt an inexplicable pull toward a group of men on the far right side of the hotel floor. Through the glass doors leading to the posh outdoor pool area, she saw the groomsmen waiting to enter the reception.
Her gaze fixed on one man among them, dressed in a sharp beige vest, linen-like pants, a soft blue tie, and a white button-down shirt. He ran his hands through curly chestnut hair, casually sipping a beer. Despite his similar attire, something about the way the clothes hung on him made him incredibly attractive to Jane.
Their eyes met. He slowly lowered his sunglasses, as if drawn by an invisible force.
Before she could fully process what was happening, A.J.'s voice broke through her trance: "Jane! We're going to be late!"
As Jane disappeared into the ballroom, Caleb Blomqvist pushed his sunglasses back up and took a heavy swig of his beer, trying to regain his composure. His best friend, Theodore "Teddy" Arnold, approached with a questioning look.
"You alright, mate? You look like you've seen a ghost," Teddy said, his British accent slipping out in his concern.
Caleb struggled for words, his usually calm demeanor shaken. "That woman... who just entered. Do you know who she is?"
Teddy's eyebrows raised, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "As a matter of fact, I do. That's Jane Dearborn. She's engaged to A.J. Killarney from the Evergreen Pack. Big names in our world."
Caleb's brow furrowed. "How do you know that?"
"I may have done some research on the guest list," Teddy shrugged. "You know how I like to be prepared."
Caleb nodded absently, his mind still reeling from the encounter. He could feel Teddy studying him closely, but he couldn't bring himself to meet his friend's gaze.
"Caleb," Teddy said quietly, "what just happened?"
Caleb took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the ballroom entrance. He mumbled something under his breath, too low for anyone to hear.
"What was that?" Teddy leaned in.
But Caleb had already turned away, his eyes distant as he tried to process what had just happened.
A tiny voice in the back of his mind suddenly growled, sending a shiver down his spine. The voice was primal, unfamiliar, yet undeniably his own. It uttered a single word: "Mine."
