1 YEAR LATER
I poured myself a coffee, dressed ready for the day. I hated wearing my formal clothes, but today was a day for a pack celebration, so it was required. I knew once out there I would enjoy every moment.
“Bella, you want a coffee?” I called upstairs, knowing Aria would be almost ready. She had been almost ready when I left her a few minutes earlier.
“Please, baby.” She yelled back, as I heard her approaching the staircase.
The last year had been nothing but perfect. My mate was back. In every way. She had returned to our home as soon as the doctors had given her the all clear, and we had begun afresh. I had wanted to not waste another moment of my time with the beautiful woman I had been blessed with as a fated mate. The fact I had nearly lost her, not once, but twice, o
