HAVEN POV
Wesley’s arms tightened around me as we stood in the makeshift dance studio he had put together for me. It was far from perfect, but that somehow made it even more special. Because he had put the time and the effort into creating it just for me.
He brought his head out of the crook of my neck, his nose trailing along my jawline as he pulled back to look me in the eye again. His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, his face open and vulnerable, revealing the depth of his emotions to me.
He kissed my forehead, then looked at me and said in a hoarse voice, “I, Wesley Stone, accept you, Haven Kenway, as my mate.”
His words echoed into my soul, settling over me like a blanket. And beneath that, beneath the surface of my skin, was the overwhelming feeling of acceptance. Of belonging. Th
