Dominico’s POV:
She walked slowly, her hand resting on her uncle’s arm, eyes meeting mine. In that moment, something in the air shifted, and a faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon wafted toward me.
Mate.
A chill rose up my spine, leaving me momentarily speechless as I stared at my bride.
I knew this feeling all too well. It was the same surge I got when I was on the verge of killing someone, or when I was preparing for a hunt. It felt like a mix of danger and adrenaline. But now? Now my wolf had declared her as my potential mate.
It was rare for Alpha’s. I knew that well. The only Alpha I knew who had a potential mate was Alaric, though he never told me with whom it was, I had a clue. Not that it was relevant right now. Even if my wolf wanted her as a mate the only way to actually be b
