MARK
“We’re not talking about this right now,” I said, my face turning bright red. I knew the exact moment I wanted to propose to Adira. It was before she was pregnant. It was the first day we moved into this pack house. The way she plopped on the bed, completely exhausted but she still had a smile on her face.
Her hair was messy, but she was beautiful. She looked over at me and motioned for me to join her. That was the moment I knew I wanted to marry her, but I didn’t want to rush her. I didn’t want her to feel pressured, which was silly. We were mates, and we loved each other. There shouldn’t be pressure, but Adira always seemed a little scared of commitment, so I didn’t want her to ever feel any kind of pressure.
But now I knew there was no reason to hold back on the proposal. She wa
