Liam's P.O.V.
The moonlight spilled across the polished floor of our little mating cabin, creating shadows that danced around us like silent witnesses. Mai and I stood at the heart of it all, fingers entwined, hearts pounding in sync. It still felt surreal—after everything we'd survived, every battle and scar—we were finally here. The pack's jubilant escort had faded into the distance, leaving only the quiet hum of our breaths and the promise of what was to come.
Mai's curls tumbled freely down her back, untamed and bold, a perfect counter to the refined grace of the space around us. Her eyes pinned me in place—intense, strong, full of fire. In them, I saw her strength, her hunger, her unwavering love. I met her gaze head-on, unshaken. We had bled, healed, and risen together. Now, nothing stood between us and the sacred moment we were about to claim.
