Velik, Two Weeks Later
Velik, Two Weeks Later
My mate, my everything, walked through the hall of my family home with a soft smile on her face. I’d never seen her like this before. A traditional Atlan gown drifted down over her soft curves. She’d chosen to wear a dark, rich burgundy, the color of my favorite Atlan wine.
Her skin glowed. The mating cuffs we both wore were special. My grandparents had a wonderful life together. A deep, loving bond. This had been their home.
Now it as hers. If she approved.
If not? There were a dozen other places, equally beautiful, that I would acquire for her. Anything she wanted, I would provide. Anything. I could do nothing less. Her tears crushed me. Her joy made my heart sing. Her happiness was mine.
Being obsessed with one’s mate had consequences.
