ROBERT POV
I couldn’t believe it.
Neither could Strauss.
My wolf—my usually grumpy, battle-hardened, no-nonsense Strauss—was actually purring. That low, vibrating hum of absolute contentment echoed softly inside my chest, and I realized it wasn’t just him. It was me, too.
Pauline’s head rested against my bare shoulder, her hair wild and soft like spun silk, her breath slow, her heartbeat steady. She was asleep, finally, after hours of… well, after finally being ours.
She was marked. Ours. Forever.
The word played over and over in my head like a sacred chant. Forever. Ours. My heart thudded against my ribs in a rhythm so fast it made my ears ring. If I wasn’t careful, I’d get lightheaded just thinking about it.
And still, Strauss purred.
I glanced across the bed at Rett. Entagled wi
