CONNOR POV
On the way back to my Bentley, I didn’t care about the rain.
Couldn’t even feel the wind cutting across the moors or the cold drops sliding down my hair.
I could only smile.
The best day of my life.
I met my mate.
And I kissed her.
Okay—fine—not a proper kiss. I kissed her finger.
But still. It’s a kiss, isn’t it?
Our first kiss.
The thought made Cain roll around in my head with a low, satisfied growl. He’d been pacing restlessly for weeks, snapping at every unmated she-wolf in the pack, refusing to settle for anyone. Now he was purring like a damn cat.
*She’s ours,* he said, voice thick with pride. *Finally.*
“Yeah,” I whispered, my hand tightening around the steering wheel. “She’s ours.”
I drove back to the packhouse with the dumbest smile plastered on my face, s
