I look at my mate.
My Mate.
I can't believe I finally found... my mate. Here he is. He is giving his heart to me.
But he offers it to me after he stepped all over mine.
Do I believe him?
Do I take a chance on him?
I realize he is patiently waiting for my answer.
What do I do?
How are we going to make this work?
"I'm scared, Damian," I say with all honesty.
"Baby, so am I. Shitless as a matter of fact." Damian answers. As always, his way with words puts a smile on my face.
"You know. I had actually given up. I had given up on finding you. In the beginning, like a century ago, my father would make me meet all these clansmen, trying to see if they were my mate. He would make me drink their blood." I started telling my story.
He growled loudly at that part. I smiled.
"I kno
