Chapter Thirty-Seven
***West***
I don’t know why I’m so nervous. She said that she isn’t regretting marking each other, but one night isn’t going to make me forget that our entire relationship has mostly been her pushing me away. Would I be surprised if she all of a sudden went back to her mate-hating ways? Not really. But I hope that I’ve persuaded her—loved her—enough that she won’t pull away.
She finally pulls the door open after an agonizingly long wait and all of my anxieties disappear. She’s standing before me, her wavy hair falling past her shoulders, wearing an oversized dress and boots and looking like Goddess’s greatest gift to man. f*****g beautiful. I can’t help it—I crush her to my chest and bury my face in her hair, breathing in deeply.
I finally have my mate back.
Sh
