"Princess," I whispered, my voice a hushed promise, my heart aching in response. Without thinking, I closed the distance between us in two long strides until I was by her side, my arms instinctively reaching out to pull her into an embrace.
Micah surged within me, a primal howl echoing through my mind as the realization dawned that our mate was in my arms, the one we had yearned for. The intensity of the connection was overwhelming, a symphony of emotions crashing against the shores of my consciousness.
Her delicate arms wrapped around me, her touch like a balm to my fractured soul. At that moment, my resolve wavered as the walls I had built to protect both of us threatened to crumble. A tender impulse guided my actions, my thumb brushing gently across her wet cheeks, wiping away the tea
