It never occurred to me that everything Lincoln was giving me was not a privilege. All of them were and I’m indeed grateful. He was uplifting me, making me feel wanted and appreciated, even desired up that always made me feel beautiful and rare.
Just like now, here inside the extravagant fine dining restaurant, how he wants me to announce to the world that he was mine. Mine to only take and mine to hold unfailingly. He was beyond proud of me being his mate, and even if I don't express myself as much as Lincoln did, I know that I am too.
Who wouldn't be?
I don't see any part of Lincoln that was not to be proud of. He was the kind of man, the type of Alpha that everyone wanted to be their fated mate and obliged.
I blushed when he once urged me to do what he had asked, but this time, I di
