Ethan’s POV
The hallways of the house were wrapped in the silence of dusk, the setting sun filtering through carved windows, casting long, dancing shadows on the dark wooden walls. I stood there, hidden in a recess, watching the door of the nuptial chamber—our chamber—with my heart pounding. Loky growled in my mind, his primal instinct alert, torn between possessiveness over Nellie and confusion over what had happened in the truck. Her transformation, the power of Clarisa, had left me stunned, an echo of strength I had never expected from an omega. She, my mate, had fought, resisted, and though she had fallen unconscious from the premature and uncontrolled shift, left vulnerable, her determination had stopped me. The mate bond throbbed in my chest, a fire reminding me she was mine, but al
