The Pack's Dragon
She blew out an irritated breath and stepped off, with Niarthen taking her weight and lowering her to the ground, his biceps bunching.
She looked up at him in surprise and he smiled, stroking her hair back from her face.
“My special person,” he said softly. “My life companion. My mate.”
“Oh,” she swallowed hard, her heart melting and tears pricking her eyes. “I… ah,” she felt her cheeks heat. “Feel the same way about you.”
“Of course, you do,” he lifted her chin and leaned down to brush his lips across hers. “We are one being in two bodies.”