Only her. My mate.
Mine.
Mine.The beast wanted to shout it to the world, but we had already spoken our claim too many times. Saying it again would only upset our delicate female. So I remained silent, content to study her in this new clothing. Her ball gown had been magnificent, true. But I sensed this was her day-to-day attire, the manner in which she preferred to dress.
I approved. Of course, she could be wearing a sack or nothing at all and I would be equally content. But her clothing was similar to that worn by Bahre’s mate, Quinn. What she had called professional business attire. Elene wore a skirt that stopped right at her knees, a blouse tucked inside a matching dark blue jacket. She looked prim and proper and like she had too many clothes on.
“Beautiful.”
My deep voice startle
