Her words weren’t processing. She couldn’t be right. She’d said it herself—we were doomed. Our destiny was to never progress, to stay separate so I could protect our daughter. It wasn’t possible.
“BD?”
She must have seen the lack of belief in my eyes, because when I didn’t answer her, she held that eye contact as she reached down and lifted the hem of her oversized sweatshirt and lifted it back off. My wolf growled, knowing there was no way she was warmed all the way back up yet—and I had to work not to get distracted by both her chest and bump now back on display—but she spun as she pulled it off, and I lost my breath.
Stunning, perfect mate marks. They covered her entire back, from the nape of her neck, broadly spanning across both shoulders and twirling down in graceful arcs to the b
