Stay.
Our bodies continue to writhe—and feel.
Pleasure pulses through us, and it’s amazing. We’re like things of instinct now. Instinct, need, lust, and one more thing—love.
The realization isn't frightening anymore. It feels inevitable.
Like I’ve been fighting my way toward this woman my whole goddamn life without knowing she was waiting at the end of it.
Then her trembling hand finds mine. Our fingers lace together.
“I love you, Rowan,” she pants, and fuck, my heart is so full.
For a second, I can’t answer.
Me.
She loves me.
Not Havoc, the asshole firefighter. Not the True Alpha. Not Monster.
Rowan.
The male who nearly lost control once and spent years believing the safest thing he could ever do for everyone else was stay the fuck away.
Gabriella Santos just destroyed that belief with four words. I hold her to me, my front pressing into her back as her channel continues to milk me.
My lips brush the unmarked side of her shoulder. Then her temple. I need her to hear me.
Need there to never be a single fucking doubt about this.
“I love you too, Gabriella.”
She squeezes my hand. I close my eyes and breathe her in.
Mate.
Family.
Home.
“I will always love you.”
Chapter 28
Gabriella
So, this is what happiness feels like.
I’m smiling despite the smell of burger grease clinging to my hair and the huge ketchup stain on my shirt courtesy of a toddler who apparently thought my boobs were the perfect place to wipe his hands earlier.
And you know what?
I don’t even care.
Because tonight, we finish moving.
Not just me.