DARIAN POV
She fell asleep on my chest, naked, under the stars, and I was the happiest man alive.
I’m not exaggerating. I’ve been through nights spent staring at ceilings wondering if I was broken beyond repair. And then Sammy came into my life and tonight… tonight she said she wanted me to mark her. She accepted me. Me. As a mate. As her mate.
Holy. Freaking. s**t.
Hands down, the best day of my life.
I lay there staring up at the sky, feeling her breathing against my ribs, her small palm spread over my heart like she owned it — because she did. Her hair smelled of pine and sweat and s*x. Her wolf still hummed against mine even in sleep, a low, content purr. The blanket beneath us was scratchy and the night air had gone cool, but I couldn’t feel anything but her heat.
My Sammy. My A
