I knew I could deny it, could continue pretending that I didn’t know, but there was no running from fate. Inevitably, it caught you, and I would rather this moment be on my terms than his. “That I’m your mate?” I whispered. His breath stuttered, and his wings lifted more as his breathing grew faster. A moment passed and then another. “My prince?” I demanded. He met my gaze again, his eyes swimming with barely leashed wildness. It was a look I’d seen so many times in him over the past two months, so— My breath caught.
