The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
he murmured into my hair, and through the bond, I felt his love for me, warm and steady and real.
Everything felt right again. Like we were finally moving past the trauma of the battles and building something better.
By evening, we'd finished most of the administrative work. My hand was cramping from writing, and my eyes were tired from reading tiny script on damaged reports.
"Enough," Ares declared, pulling the ledger from my hands. "We're taking a break."
"We still have—"
"We have enough," he interrupted, tugging me to my feet. "Come on. I want to show you something."