Levi
My life is perfect. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if Hope would have agreed to let me mark her. But I know my mate. She never expected to be worthy of a mate, even if I knew she was.
I carry her out into the water, partly because I want to feel how Qadira responds in the water and partly because we’re both covered in gritty sand.
I’m happy, content, and loving life when I feel Hope tense in my arms.
“What? What is it?”
If she says she regrets our time together, I’ll hate it, but I’ll deal with it.
She shakes her head, not wanting to tell me.
I growl, reaching up to pull her face to mine so she’s forced to look at me.
“Hope.”
She huffs out a sigh and if I’m not mistaken, she’s fighting tears.
“Was it terrible? I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll get better. It wa
