Aria
“Caleb,” I wait until he looks at me. “I, Aria Mitchell …”
“Aria,” he interrupts me hastily, his eyes pleading with me. “Please don’t do anything in the heat of the moment. If there’s only a slither of doubt, don’t do it.”
“My mind’s made up, Caleb,” I whisper.
“I, Aria Mitchell,” I rest my hand against his cheek as he sighs sadly and closes his eyes. “Accept you, Caleb Hunt, as my mate.”
The moment I finish the sentence, a sense of calm and tranquillity fills me. For the first time since Bruce lifted his hand for me, I am at peace.
“What?” He blinks as if he is trying to regain focus and I smile at him. My handsome and patient mate.
“I said I …”
“Actually, I heard you,” he grunts as he claims my lips.
I giggle overjoyed when his arms go around my waist and he pulls me agains
