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Bending to put us cheek-to-cheek, scanning the sky. “Which one did you spot first? We’ll both wish on it.” I shook slightly as his deep murmur sank into my shoulders, stammering a reply. “B-but then you’ll have bad luck.” “Your wish will come true, though,” he’d hummed, earnest as ever. “So it will be worth it.”
Little do they know; logic and duty aren’t the reason I won’t ever find my match. They’re the reason I already lost her.
Okay. Well. That’s… fucking adorable. Am I just supposed to go on with my life? Like knowing there’s a squirrel named Nigel wandering our grounds hasn’t made my entire year?
Her crystalline gaze drops to the tattoo branded there, the image I got to remind me of her. A perfect anatomical rendering of my heart, wrapped in delicate vines of ivy. Our omega gasps. Her burned scent starts to brighten. “A-ash…” I purr without effort, bending to rub my forehead against hers. “If you’re the same girl I knew,” I murmur, “then you are the one I’ve loved and missed every damn day since I made the mistake of letting
you go. And that makes you my queen.”
And Asher’s broad, bare chest… with that tattoo. His heart, wrapped in ivy.
know this is all so much more than any of us deserve from you, but we will spend our lives earning it. I’ve missed you every day, goose. I know I deserve to miss you forever. But if you feel you can’t be my princess after all of this, please tell me you’ll forgive me before I go.
“You are perfect. Gorgeous and so fucking sweet. I’ll always get you off, no matter how much it tortures me. You can have it anytime you want, and I’ll fucking crawl for the privilege of being the one to take care of you.”
Our omega better be careful, or she’ll end up wearing tattooed hand necklaces every night.
Two weeks ago, if you’d told me I would be so down bad I’d resort to chivalry… I would have stabbed myself.
No complaining or bitching to try to get her to let him into the suite—or her bed. Nope. The Duke of McAffry just helped himself to a slice of hardwood.
she tucks her face into my throat, leaving the last of her chuckles against my skin.
“Your heart is a thing of beauty, Ivy. If that means we have a queen who talks to ducks, we’ll all be better for it.”
Desperate regret and soul-deep gratitude suck all the air from my chest, leaving my heart a burning, sinking star.
I get it. This moment, the rain. It’s perfect. And he knew I would want him to give it to me now instead of waiting for it to be sunny. Because he knows me. Because he— Asher looks right into my eyes, ignoring the raindrops falling from his brows. “I love you, Ivy.”
If he could hear me, I’d tell him, Insulting a queen while she’s on her throne. Not smart.
“Hi, baby,” he chuckles, amused and wicked. He kisses me between my brows, reassuring, “I see you. You good?”
his midnight is the safest place I can imagine.
I love you, goose. My heart has always belonged to you—but now my soul does, too.
I hear you, I tell him, and then repeat the one thing he’s always said for me. I see you. Do you feel how much I love you, too?
I’ve been a baron, a sex symbol, a prince, and, soon, a king. But being Ivy’s partner-in-crime will always be my favorite role.
I might never feel like I was meant to be a king… but I love Ivy and the guys. If being a good ruler means keeping the seat warm for our children? Shaping a better world for them to inherit?
her joy sparkled into the bond. “So maybe we had to lose each other,” she whispered. “To find them.”
