His fingers danced across my collarbone so softly. They were soothing, and I didn’t want him to stop. He snaked them into my hair and pulled me closer, his canines brushing against the nape of my neck.
A chill ran through my body, yet everything inside of me seemed to warm. My wolf and I loved this.
“I want to mark you, my dear Isabella,” he whispered against me. “I want to show everyone how wonderful their new luna is. I want to finally show everyone that you’re mine and only mine.”
mineI stiffened at his words. I should’ve seen this coming. I shouldn’t have let my thoughts get in the way and stupidly believed that he wasn’t my mate. Maybe I hadn’t blindly thought that; I just didn’t want to admit to myself that my mate had denied me a position as a warrior. He knew that I deserved to
