Page 17 of Saved By the Mountain Man Orc

"I choose you," I tell him, loud enough for the stones and the mountain and his brothers to hear. "Not just tonight, but every night. I choose this life, this home, this love. I choose us."

Drak's eyes blaze with something that transcends simple happiness. When he kisses me, it's with the kind of reverence usually reserved for holy things.

The brothers fade back into the forest, giving us privacy for what comes next. But I barely notice them leaving, too lost in the feel of Drak's mouth on mine, the way his hands shake as they frame my face.

"You're not just mine now," he murmurs against my lips. "You're pack. Family. Home."

And I know—with the kind of bone-deep certainty that changes everything—that I'm never leaving this mountain.

Not because I can't.

Because I don't want to.