He noticed, but he did not comment. He only covered my hand with his, large and steady, and guided me toward the door.
We went down in the elevator together.
For a few seconds, the silence was gentle.
Then Dominic looked straight ahead and whispered, his voice rougher than before, “Your parents would be so proud of you.”
My heart cracked.
I turned my face away quickly, but it was useless. Emotion rose too fast, too full, too impossible to swallow.
“And my mate and I,” he added, pressing his hand over mine, “are so proud of you too.”
Fuck.
I was going to cry before the ceremony even started.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I whispered, batting my eyelashes hard like that could save the mascara.
Dominic made a sound suspiciously close to a chuckle.
“If you cry, Alaric will kill me.”
“He woul
