On Heather’s twenty first birthday: meaning, 5 years and two pups after meeting with Damien, her dear alpha mate decided it was time to propose.
Being a little bit old-fashioned, he thought they couldn’t stay simply mated with no ties to the eyes of the human public.
Besides, he was sure he would feel good about telling the humans he knew, “Meet my wife,” instead of saying the usual, “Meet my girlfriend, and the mother of my children.”
Girlfriend was too weak a term for a mate. Hell, even wife was too weak, but it would have to do. He couldn’t just tell the whole world she was his mate, only supernatural beings.
So, when he took her to the restaurant that evening, on Wednesday as per usual, after they ate their dessert, he got down on one knee and said the following, “Heather King,
