Chapter 96: Take me to my mate
(Grace’s POV)
My hands trembled slightly as I arranged the sacred mate-bonding candles in our den. Each crystal holder reflected the soft moonlight filtering through the silver-lined windows, casting an ethereal glow across the dinner setting.
I stepped back, giving the arrangement one final look. The silver cutlery sparkled, perfectly aligned beside porcelain plates adorned with intricate crescent patterns—symbols of our mate bond.
"Beta James's signature moon-blessed dishes," I murmured to myself, lifting the silver covers to check the food. Steam wafted up, carrying the scent of rich spices and grilled venison, paired perfectly with light leaf salads. I adjusted the covers to ensure the food stayed warm, determined for nothing to be out of place.
