Ariel’s P.O.V.
“Do you think it’s safe to tell her about us?” Hunter asked me anxiously while looking towards the closed door of my room. “Do you have any other plan?” I asked him in a flat tone. In the past two minutes, he had asked the same questions almost ten times.
Martha went home to change her clothes and also apply for leave before bringing her luggage as we were going back to the pack today. I told Hunter that I was going to tell Martha about us so that she wouldn’t panic if she sees anything strange after reaching there.
“I am scared, Ariel. She is my mate. Going far away from her is not an option for me. I …. I believe in fated mate bond, and …. And,” he stammered, making me giggle. “The almighty, Hunter Westfield stammered,” I teased him and he glared hard at me.
I laughed
