----Skylar POV----
“Mate,” Carly sighed in satisfaction.
“Mate,” my mate growled possessively.
“EDMUND!” a woman’s voice screamed from somewhere behind him.
Everything around me was chaos, but I couldn't focus on any of it. My mate—my mate—had me pinned against the side of the carriage, breathing me in like a lifeline. My family stood frozen, speechless, and Carly sounded as smug as a cat that’d caught a canary. But behind it all, the sobbing voice calling “Edmund!” over and over again pierced through the haze, making everything even more confusing.
His scent overwhelmed me—clean, wild, and masculine— with a salty tang like the ocean and softness like blooming roses. I felt his nose press into the crook of my neck as he inhaled deeply, the force of it making loose strands of my hair f
