His Mate Or His Step-Sister
My heart leaps wildly in my chest, and it's a relief that I was lying down; otherwise, I might have fainted from the overwhelming joy of hearing him speak those words to me.
"You really think I did good?" I ask him softly, trying to mask the excitement shaking in my voice.
He nods gently, a warm smile spreading across his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. My heart skips a beat at the sight of such genuine warmth—a smile that feels like a rare gift given the dark, treacherous woods surrounding us, echoing with distant sounds of crackling leaves and wild creatures. Knowing that this smile is meant solely for me fills my world with a renewed sense of light and hope. I was truly losing it.