Alpha Darius's POV
"Alpha Darius, your mate is ready."
I looked up from my phone, and the breath left my lungs.
Clara stood before me transformed. The makeup artist and hair stylist had worked magic, but it wasn't just their skill that made me stare. It was her. The way she carried herself. The quiet strength in her posture despite the uncertainty I could see flickering in her eyes.
Her hair was swept up in an elegant style that showed off the graceful curve of her neck. The makeup enhanced her natural beauty without hiding it, making her warm brown eyes seem even more striking. She wore a deep blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the color bringing out the gold flecks in her eyes.
She was stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.
And she was mine.
The thought hit me
