Scarlett
“Am I your mate?” I asked, without looking away from his gaze, trying to discern his expression through his eyes.
Lucien’s eyes didn’t waver as he studied me, the silence between us feeling heavier than any words could carry. Then, slowly—deliberately—he nodded.
The movement was small, but it carried a weight that made my breath hitch.
“My wolf…” his voice was low, almost rough, like gravel dragged over the stone. “…my wolf couldn’t be wrong. It won’t usually react to anyone nor felt restless—always wanting to pounce on someone—but when it comes to you—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening before finishing. “—That’s why I always lose my reasoning when it comes to you.”
For a second, my mind refused to process what he’d just implied.
No…
Wait… he couldn’t
