Epilogue
Katie
Bryn didn’t unlock the door to his quarters until the next day. True to his word, I remained naked all that time until I he allowed me to wear the appropriate dress of an Everian mate. Yes, allowed. I didn’t bother arguing. Why could I? I was his mate and I was proud of it. I was glad to be rid of the Styx uniform, even the Coalition armor. I belonged to Bryn and wore his possession with honor.
Beneath my clothes, I also wore more intimate signs of his possession. A hickey on my right breast, whisker burn on the inside of my thighs and a dull ache from him claiming my last virginity deep inside. He’d f****d me well and good, not once, but twice, then refused to put anything inside my p***y again until healed.
That didn’t mean he hadn’t touched me. No, it just meant he’d
