Kiana's pov
He drew closer, held my hands, and looked into my eyes. My eyes were already teary, but I stayed put, keeping the tears from falling.
"If there's anything that won't let my love for you stand, I will cut it off. Marking you isn't a problem. I love you and want to mark my mate when I'm in a good, serene state." He said reassuringly.
"So you mean you haven't been at peace with me all this time?" I asked, standing akimbo.
"No, it's because for some time now, when we mate, we are usually in your house or my house, and we do it hurriedly, so I won't have the mindset of marking you at that instant. I always thought of marking you, my dear, but you are still my mate, and no one can change that."
He moved closer to me and placed his right hand on my shoulder.
"A mate without
