Mary
His mate. I was warmed by the possessive tone in his voice.
"What does that mean for me? I didn't grow up in your pack." I tried to ask my question carefully.
"Well first of all it means that you are mine. No one will touch you or hurt you."
"What next?" he also kept his answer vague, was he afraid of my reaction?
He exhaled deeply before seeking my gaze. His thumbs were still on my hands, which was a little distracting. It felt like my body was electrified. My breathing was shallow.
"I told you earlier, if you were a werewolf you'd be marked already. I understand that you need more time, which I will give you. I won't mark you until you're ready. What I can't live without is your company. Your things have been moved from your room to mine. From now on, you will live on th
