Aitana's POV
I never expected them to ask my hand in marriage. It was not something that we usually did as werewolves. We had a mate, that was it. Marriage was something humans did.
But how could I not say yes? I love them, with all my heart. We will be together forever.
Sebastian and Tristan slid two rings onto my finger, the cool metal a stark, wonderful contrast to the heat of their skin. The weight was unfamiliar, but it felt right. It felt like a promise etched in platinum and gold. Sebastian’s diamond was a beacon of his fierce, unyielding love that had claimed me from the beginning. Tristan’s sapphire, set in the woven bands, was a testament to our journey—a past of darkness woven into a future of light, his loyalty a deep, constant current beside Sebastian’s brilliant flame.
