Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Maverick’s POV

I watched as my mate’s face lightened when she saw the castle. I listened to all her rambling until we got out of the car. I had received several mind links from my mother and sister, who were eager to meet my mate. Although I would have loved to watch her all day long, there are certain things I would like to put in place.

I sent my troublesome sister, Ellen, a mind link about my room arrangements. She insisted on handling it, and trust me, Elle will put her touches which I definitely won’t like. Anyways, I only agree to it because of my mate.

As we exited the car and were on the verge of entering the castle, my mate stumbled and nearly lost her balance. Without thinking twice, I dashed her as my hand gripped her waist tightly. I could see she had her eyes tightly shut and her lips pressed in an adorable pout.

I observed something quite unpleasant—she was fearful not because of the fall but for some other reason. I watched her open her eyes which were entrapped in a fri