ALBERT POV
She was so damn beautiful.
In wolf form.
In human form.
In every possible form the Goddess could create.
And strong.
Fierce.
Resilient.
I hadn’t expected Tiara to be that powerful already.
I thought it would take weeks, maybe months, for her to recover from being locked away, starved of freedom, but no—
my mate had proved me wrong again.
She was strength and grace, sunlight and wildfire.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. She’d always been a fighter, even when she didn’t believe she was.
I stayed there with her a while, petting Tiara, my fingers sinking into her thick fur, whispering to her like an i***t in love.
And I was.
Completely.
“I love you,” I murmured against her muzzle, and she answered by licking my face, tail flicking, scenting me like she couldn’t get
