Dane’s Pov
I woke up with Freya tucked against my chest, her breathing slow and even, her scent, now all mixed up with mine, filling the whole room.
Mine.
The word just kept rolling through my head, through the bond, straight down to my bones. My wolf was basically purring, more relaxed and happy than he’d ever been in his entire damn life.
She was claimed. Marked. Bonded. Ours.
I pulled her closer, arm tightening around her waist, just soaking in how right it felt, her weight against me, the warmth of her skin, everything. The mate bond wasn’t this frantic, needy thing anymore. It was steady now. Solid. Like a golden rope tying our souls together, something that wouldn’t break even after we were gone.
I’d never felt anything close to this.
Even while she slept I could feel her
