Kelly
Letting go of my chin, Alaric brushed a loose lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was careful, almost reverent, and it made something inside me tremble. His voice was deep and steady, each word deliberate, as though he wanted to carve them into my soul.
“Listen to me, Kelly,” he said, his gaze locking with mine. “You’re my mate, and a bond like ours is rare. I’m not going to reject you. Whether you have a wolf or not is irrelevant, so I want you to stop thinking about that. Besides,” his tone softened, “I don’t like it when you talk about yourself like that.”
My throat tightened. “But it’s the truth, isn’t it?” I whispered, struggling to meet his eyes. “We only just met today. You know absolutely nothing about me, only that I’m your mate. You don’t even know if I’m a good person
