Elara POV
His hands tighten on my thighs, his eyes flashing fiercely.
“You’re everything.”
The simple statement takes me aback. There’s no hesitation in his voice, no doubt. He says it like it’s the most fundamental truth in the universe.
“Kael—”
“You’re my fated mate.” His hands slide up to frame my face, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. “You were created for me, and I was created for you. You’re everything to me, crown prince or not. You’re the other half of my soul.”
“I can’t even shift.” The words come out broken, all my insecurities laid bare.
“I don’t care.” He pulls me down until our foreheads are touching. “I would choose you over anyone, over everyone. Prince or pauper, it doesn’t matter.”
“Your father—”
“Can go to hell if he thinks he can take you from me.”
The vehem
