Waylen POV
I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, steady and quick, each thump echoing in my own chest like it is a part of me.
Riley lies there, so small, so fragile, and yet so unshakably mine. I can’t believe what’s happening. No matter how much I try to make sense of it, no matter how much I wrestle with myself, one thing is clear:
Riley is my mate. My wolf told me long ago that I’d find her, but I never imagined it would feel like this. That it would consume me so completely.
Mating her, marking her, completing the bond — it was the most intense, perfect experience of my life. I’ve been with countless girls before, but none of them ever made me feel like this.
None of them ever connected with me on a level so deep I could feel it in my bones. None of them made my body, my
