He slid to her side, holding her tight until her shaking calmed.
“This was not what I promised your father, Isobel.” He tried to still catch his breath.
“I know, but it is what I wanted.” She shrugged.
“You realize we are mated. You are mine.” He pulls her closer and kisses the top of her head.
“Yes, I do, but it also means that you are mine, and I don’t care if it is the bond. I want to be with you.” Lifting herself on her elbow, she looked at him. Her gray eyes looked right into his soul. “Will your mother ever accept me?” She looked pained.
“Honestly?” He sighed.
“Yes, please, always give me the truth. Let us agree now not to lie to each other to save the other's feelings.” Isobel frowned, and he nodded, making her sigh with relief.
“Agreed. No, she will never accept you, because
