Everywhere.
Warmth.
Emotion.
Love.
Mine.
I wrapped my tail tightly around her waist while holding her against me beneath the moonlight blessing.
“I love you,” she whispered again.
I kissed her lips and then her forehead gently.
“I love you back, Luna. And for the record, you can call me Sten, Menon, anything you want, my love.”
“Okay, mate,” she murmured, and my heart sung.
And for the very first time in my entire existence—I felt complete.
“Let’s go home,” I told her softly, unable to endure another moment without touching her.
The matebond between us pulsed warm and alive beneath my skin now, a living thread woven directly through my chest and into hers.
Every brush of her fingers against mine sent pleasure rippling through me in dangerous little waves.
Gods.
How had I survived this long without her?
“Yes,” Amrin breathed, still looking slightly dazed beneath the moonlight blessing Máni had bestowed upon us.
Her cheeks remained flushed pink, pale eyes luminous as they searched my face like she still could not quite believe any of this was real.
“Oh—wait. Can I have one minute? Do you mind if I find Dr. Childs first? She was supposed to meet me by the rides.”
Immediately, concern sharpened through me.
A doctor?
The word alone irritated my instincts.
Not because I distrusted her judgment.
Because the idea of Amrin being unwell made something dark and territorial stir unpleasantly inside my ribs.
Still, my senses had scanned her repeatedly since the claiming.
Her heartbeat remained strong.
Steady.
Healthy.
The matebond itself glowed vibrant and whole.
There was nothing physically wrong with her.
