“Mark me. Let's make it official,” I murmured in between kisses.
Lynx froze for a moment, his eyes darkening with an emotion I couldn’t quite figure out. He pulled back slightly, his hands gently cupping my face. “I can’t. Not now.”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt a pang of shock and hurt. “You can’t?” My voice wavered as the sting of rejection cut me deep. “You don’t want to mark me?”
His eyes softened with intensity. “Kat, I love you more than life itself. I’ve waited longer for you than you could ever imagine.”
“I’m confused,” I said in an inaudible voice.
He took a deep breath, and his thumb gently stroked my cheek. “The fae werewolf marking process isn’t a straightforward one. It’s risky, and we can’t do it while you’re pregnant.”
His words made sense, and I fe
