Her eyes soften.“I know,” she whispers.“That’s why I stayed.”
My throat tightens because some part of me still remembers the fear.Her running.Her trying to go back to her old life because she didn’t think she mattered enough to be first for anyone.
I kiss her again, slower this time.Like I’m telling her without words that she’s safe here, loved, worshipped.
Mine.
Her hands slide up my neck, nails scraping lightly through my hair.
“You’re thinking too hard,” she murmurs.
“Can’t help it,” I admit.
Quinn kisses the corner of my mouth.“Then let me help.”
She pushes me back in my chair with a look that makes my wolf sit up straight inside me.Then she climbs into my lap like she owns that, too, like she’s always belonged there.
She wraps her arms around my neck.“I want you.”
That’s all it takes.
I hold her close and kiss her until the world shrinks down to just us—the bond, the heat, and the pulse of fate humming between our bodies.
Quinn is my mate.
My miracle.
Five years later, and I still don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life proving I deserve her.
My hands go to her hips, and I bury my face in her neck, breathing in deeply.
My wolf tenses inside me, and I freeze when I catch a hint of something mixed in with her scent.
Quinn pulls back, staring at me in confusion.
“What?”she asks breathlessly.
I take another deep breath, needing to be sure.
I lock eyes with her.“You’re pregnant.”
Quinn blinks, and her mouth drops open.“What?”
I smile.“I can smell it.You’re pregnant, mate.”
“I… Are you sure?”she whispers, excitement shining in her eyes.
“Yeah, but we can do a test if you want.”
Quinn places her hands on her stomach and looks at me with wonder.
I kiss her.Hard.Like, I’m trying to fuse us together.
When I pull back, I press my forehead to hers.“Thank you.”
“For what?”she asks shakily.
“For choosing me.”
