Julian's POV
The moment her teeth sank into her bottom lip, her pulse racing beneath my mouth, I knew Emily Greene was ours.
Not just in the way she had always been.
Not just as the stubborn, infuriating, breathtakingly reckless mate the Moon Goddess had given us.
But completely.
Bonded. Marked. Bound to us for eternity.
And yet—I almost lost her.
Again.
She had proposed.
To us.
She had caught us unaware, I guess she took matters into her hands because we were taking forever to ask her out again but we just kept looking for the perfect time and never found it.
It is safe to blame it on the PTSD of knowing that she rejected us before the pack and we worried it might be another issue this time around that we were unaware of.
And for a split second, when she stood there, ring in
