I prop up with my hand under my head and look at the beauty beside me. My mate….my beautiful fated mate. I’ve finally been able to claim her, and I don’t know what to do with myself. I never believed I would get the opportunity, yet here we are.
I watch her chest rise and fall under the sheet. She has a content look on her face, and my mark is beautiful on her neck. I’m beyond grateful that I get to take care of this woman for the rest of my life. That thought gives way to a less pleasant one. What about Lyric in all this?
I roll and lay on my back and stare at the ceiling. Lyric isn’t someone who’ll forget being played. She isn’t someone who will let something like this go. Chances are she will come after not only me but also Jayla, and I have to find a way to keep that from happening.
