Dark, intense, filled with something so powerful, so unbreakable, that it hit him like a punch to the chest.
She was breathtaking.
More than that, she was his.
And he was hers.
Every doubt, every moment of hesitation he had ever felt about fate, about bonds, about whether he deserved this kind of love, it all disappeared.
When she finally reached him, Lucian wasted no time. He took her hands in his, squeezing them tightly, as if making sure she was real, as if she might slip away if he let go.
He opened his mouth, but for the first time in his life, words failed him.
"You look…" He trailed off, unable to find anything worthy enough to describe her.
Isla smirked, tilting her head slightly. "You’re not too bad yourself, Alpha."
Lucian chuckled, shaking his head as he lifted her hand
