Stubborn Love

She was still holding him tight, as through she feared that a single inch, a single slacking in her grip would let him be torn from her, would take away this moment of truth. Her heart was beating quickly again, the tears gone, and something almost akin to fear in her breath. She realised what she wanted, and that she would not fight herself over it anymore. She didn’t know what it would mean, for herself, for Abaven, or for Rhyme. She just knew she would no longer be the stumble block, keeping them apart.

“I want.. I want this Rhyme. I want you.” she took a deep breath. Dammit, she was trembling again, she raised her head from her coat so her words could be heard clearly, her head moved gently to brush against his ear. “I want you to be there father. I want you to be my alpha mate.” she wanted all of it, she admitted, admitted like she never had let herself before. She wanted him, she wanted to be able to hold him in her arms any time she wished, to whisper in his ear. To be the reason he laughed. She wanted to see him with their children, teaching them, guiding them. She wanted the whole world to know, because she was no longer afraid of what they might think.

Let them judge her, and come what may. He was hers, and she would fight for him. A possessive growl started in her throat, a low thrum of noise that vibrated through their close touch.