Samantha’s pov
I clearly saw his eyes clouding for a moment. His cheerful demeanour changed as his lips parted and a frown creased his forehead.
“What did you say?” he said.
I pecked his lips. “I have already met my mate.”
His frown deepened. “Who is it?”
I chuckled. “You, silly. Who else? I chose you as my mate for life, remember?”
The muscles on his face relaxed. Inhaling a deep breath, he sipped his drink. “I was worried there for a while. I thought… never mind.”
I faced him, grinning from ear to ear. “That I met my mate among the crowd during the last gathering?”
He studied my face, his lips curling into a lopsided smile as he shook his head. “Forget it. I am just so glad that you chose me.” He pulled me closer to him, kissing the top of my head. “I… I love you, Sam. I don’t
