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Catarina’s POV I woke up the following day with a smile etched across my face and my heart filled with a joy that seemed to radiate from within. As I stretched out in bed, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, my mind wandered to the previous night's events - a night that had transformed my life in ways I could never have imagined. Alex, my king, my mate, had marked me. The symbol of our love and commitment adorned my skin, a permanent reminder of our unbreakable bond. I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness, excitement, and completeness. The mark solidified our connection, making it stronger and more profound. But this newfound happiness extended beyond the mark. Alex had seamlessly stepped into the role of a father figure to my twins, Nadia and Nathan. Lochlan