Kieran's POV
I stared at her, trying to comprehend.
My wolf howled in triumph, the sound so loud in my head I nearly winced. 'I told you. I told you she was our mate. You wouldn't listen.'
I shoved him down hard, refusing to let him gloat. Not now.
"You're…" The words stuck in my throat. "You're a girl."
She nodded, her arms still wrapped tight around herself like she was holding the pieces together.
"And you're…" I couldn't even finish the sentence.
"Your runaway bride. Yeah." Her voice was barely a whisper.
I sat there, trying to process it. All this time. All this time, my wolf had been screaming at me that Max was my mate, and I'd fought him every step of the way. Convinced myself he was wrong. Convinced myself it was impossible.
But he'd been right.
She was a girl. She was
