Blaze POV
Nothing ever felt as right as Kyra sleeping in my arms. I felt like it was a dream, and I didn’t want to wake up. I felt different after marking her; I wouldn’t say different in a bad way…just different. As the night went on, the feeling became stranger. The only way I could describe it is a feeling of power. My mind raced with so many different thoughts. We would have to face her dad in the morning, and he would see that we marked each other. He’s going to be pissed, I already know. Through the years, we have talked about this. Kyra is his little princess, and even though he always knew we were mates, he made sure I understood that things needed to be taken slowly. This is definitely the opposite of what he wanted to happen with his daughter. I don’t regret marking her as mine
