Malakar's POV.
The moment Hope's lips touch mine, the world stills. Not a single cricket chirps. Not a leaf stirs. Even my own lungs seem to forget how to breathe.
"Of course, I'll be your wife."
I'd imagined hearing her say yes before - in the quiet moments, in rare dreams where I dared to let my mind wander to softer things. But reality is so much sharper, deeper somehow.
Her voice holds more weight than gold, more warmth than the sun on the warmest of days.
Suddenly, my wolf freezes, then pushes forward, ears perked, eyes bright, drinking in the sound of her sweet voice as if it's the only thing keeping him alive.
I don't speak. I can't.
My throat locks and the words feel too small for what I feel. Instead, I cup her face in my hands and deepen our kiss. As the warm sensuality o
