2.42 Mated Bliss (1)

Boyd POV

If I could describe this moment right now, it would be pure bliss. I felt like every hardship, every trial, every fucked up thing I have had to experience in my life was paying off right now.

I have a mate.

I have a gorgeous mate, with a feisty streak as red-hot as her beautiful hair.

“You’re going to stare a hole in my head,” she laughed with a hoarse voice, her throat raw from screaming out during our mating.

My mate is a screamer. A screamer. A growler. A pull my fucking hair and cuss me the fuck out-er.

“You’re perfect,” I leaned over her, burying my face into her nape to inhale her warm, comforting scent.

She smelled like warm sweet bread, like the Hawaiian rolls everyone eats on Thanksgiving. That was always my favorite fucking scent in the entire damn world. It has the nostalgia of filling meals eaten with all those I love and care about. It came with the feeling of being with family, which had always been my warrior brothers.

Now I’m finding that warmth with