When I was twenty-four weeks pregnant, Dorian told me he wanted to hold a brand-new bonding ceremony.
Dorian leaned against the study doorframe, a quiet, intense emotion burning in his eyes that I had never seen before. His tone stayed calm as he said, "The first bonding ceremony had your name carved on the stone tablet beside Damon's."
He walked over to me, fingers gently pinching my chin as his thumb brushed softly across my lower lip, his touch firm yet gentle. "Every pack once believed he was your true mate."
Powerful Alpha aura rolled off him silently, and the strong scent of pine and fir filled the air—my inner wolf, Cassia, bowed low in submission right away.
Dorian said firmly, "I want every pack to know you chose me, and only me."
I subconsciously rested a hand on my rounded
