Davian.
Vanessa sat calmly on my legs, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my chest.
The touch was light, affectionate, familiar.
I leaned back against the headboard, watching her as she smiled softly at something she had just said, her voice fading into the background of my thoughts. A warmth spread through me at the sight of her, at the simple fact that she was here, that she had chosen me, that in less than a month, she would officially become my mate.
Damn.
I was so in love with her.
The realization never failed to make me smile. Sometimes I caught myself grinning like an idiot when I thought about the Mate ceremony. The preparations, the gathering of Alphas, the declaration before the pack, everything felt surreal.
Less than a month.
In less than a month, Vanessa would be mine in every sense recognized by our kind.
The thought filled me with pride.
With certainty.
