Ryan As we stood by the car, I took a deep breath and looked into Taylor's eyes. "I just want you to know that I love you, Taylor. And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." Taylor's expression softened, and a smile formed on her lips. "I love you too, Ryan. And I can't wait to start our lives together." Without another word, I leaned in and captured Taylor's lips in a passionate kiss. It was a moment of pure bliss, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for having found my mate. As we broke apart, Taylor looked up at me, her eyes shining with love and admiration. "Let's go home," she said, a smile still on her lips. I nodded, opening the door for her and helping her into the car. As we drove back to our pack's territory, we talked about our plans for the future, our dreams and hopes, and how we would work together to make them a reality. And as we pulled up to our pack, I leaned in and gave Taylor one last kiss before helping her out of the car. We walked hand in h

Taylor As we walked through the pack territory, I noticed how Ryan greeted everyone with a smile and a nod, and they all returned the gesture with respect and admiration. It was clear that he was a beloved leader, and the pack members trusted him completely. "This is the training ground where we hone our skills," Ryan said, pointing to an open field where a group of wolves were sparring. "We take pride in our combat prowess, and we make sure that every member of our pack is capable of defending themselves." As we continued our tour, Ryan showed me the medical bay, where a team of skilled healers tended to the sick and injured. He also introduced me to some of the pack's most skilled craftsmen, who were responsible for building and maintaining our homes and structures. As the tour came to an end, Ryan led me to a beautiful clearing, where a small waterfall flowed into a crystal-clear pool. He looked at me with a soft expression in his eyes, and took my hand in his. "I know it's bee

Taylor Surprisingly, Ryan has a reasonably good fashion sense. He had picked out a beautiful dress for me to wear. “You look beautiful, my love.’’ he compliments, as his eyes falls on the magnificent gown I am wearing. Anna had picked it out for me the previous night for dinner.. I am still very nervous. A lot of things that happened today; my argument with Ryan and my encounter with my father. The last thing I want now is this dinner to go horribly wrong. I am on the verge of desperation. “Thank you, Ryan.’’ I admire the beautiful fabric of the dress. I run it over my finger and admire the beautiful sight in the mirror. It's so smooth. So beautiful. Almost delicate. I had been feeling it the entire day. All I wanted was to be around Ryan but we were not on good terms. I have the craving to ask him to cuddle with him, and to be on top of him. I wrap my hands around him and I want to kiss his face all over, and he obviously wants to kiss my cheek and my forehead and tell me t

Ryan Immediately Taylor headed down for dinner, I could not keep to myself. Not with all the anxiousness. I found myself pacing around the room. All I kept thinking about was how the dinner was going to go. Was my father going to give her a hard time? I had to talk to my father about this. Even though he was frequently unpredictable, I expected him to be reasonable and decent when interacting with her. She is my mate and I love her. She is going to become the queen of this Kingdom and no one is going to stop that fact. The sooner my father accepts that, the better. There is a loud knock on my door. I take a deep breath and march towards it slowly. I had been waiting eagerly for him. After what I would presume to be hours of contemplating within myself and making a decision, I had finally understood that the only way I could sanction a relationship is if I knew everything I needed to know about my mate. Taylor was not really showing me anything. I needed to do this privately. She

No matter how much I tried… no matter how many times I kept reciting that I wasn't going to cry, it just did not help. I have nothing to offer. The alpha was right. Why did his words still hurt the most? Why is it that I could feel my heart cracking open? What was I expecting from him? A kiss on the forehead and a welcome hug? He is Alpha Joseph Monroe for crying out loud. He is a mighty and all-consuming alpha who destroys everything and anything in his path. I am nothing compared to him and it would be ridiculous for me to expect different. ‘’Let me guess; he gave you the same 'what do you have to offer' speech, right?’’ A masculine voice rings from the back. I don't even need to look back at him to know who he is. That does not mean that I'm not surprised. He doesn't look like a friendly person. To be honest, I was sure a couple of minutes ago that he is the person who is supposed to put an end to my misery. I wipe my tears. Drying my hands over the Fabric of my dress no matter