Leah
I knew because his arms tightened around me with a fierceness that bordered on pain, and a shudder broke from his chest, the sound of a man who had just felt his mate’s love in its unfiltered entirety for the first time and was drowning in the magnitude of it.
We held each other as the aftershocks rolled through us, our bodies still joined, our marks still bleeding, the bond pulsing between us with its own heartbeat. His face was buried in my neck, pressed against the fresh bite that was already beginning to heal, and I could feel his tears against my skin. Silent tears. The kind that come from something too big for words.
I didn’t try to wipe them away. I just held him tighter, one hand cradling the back of his skull, the other spread flat between his shoulder blades where I could
