My wolf practically purred with contentment at his words. "I love you, Connor. Only you."
His expression transformed, a mixture of joy and fierce possession crossing his features. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, clinging to his neck.
"Taking care of my mate," he replied simply.
He set me gently in the bathtub and turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until it was perfect. As warm water filled the tub, he knelt beside it, watching me with tender eyes.
"I never thought I could be this happy," I confessed as he began to wash my body with gentle hands. "After everything with Ethan, I was afraid to trust anyone again."
Connor's hands paused on my shoulders. "He never deserved you, Livvy. He n
