Kendrick
I waited in the hallway, pacing slow, measured steps back and forth across the polished floor.
I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at the door every few seconds, my hands itching with nerves I hadn’t felt in years.
It was ridiculous — I had faced armies without flinching, conquered several packs and earned the Blood Lord title.
I had stared down death itself — yet here I was, nervous over a woman’s reaction.
But not just any woman.
My woman.
My mate.
My queen.
After a few minutes, the door creaked open softly, and I turned immediately.
My breath caught in my throat.
Kimberly stood there, shy but radiant, wearing a simple white dress that floated around her knees like a cloud.
Her hair was brushed smooth, tucked behind her ears to reveal her delicate features.
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