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Story: My Blind Date is a Werewolf
EPILOGUE
ADRIAN
Three hours later, I watched her sleeping in my arms, Jojo snoring at the foot of the bed. Dustin was lying in a cell somewhere after Oliva begged us to call the cops instead of meting out pack justice. And I guess she was right since he wasn’t subject to pack law. He was going to face charges for assault and would be dealing with the world’s worst hangover for the next few days, after which one of the witches would tamper with his memory so he would forget ever having seen any of us in our wolf forms.
So, this was what happily ever after looked like, huh? Well, not quite. Most wolves chose not to get married under human laws since a mating bond was something deeper, something more than a marriage and not as easily broken, but I knew Olivia would want to abide by her human customs as well. Our mating was new yet, and I planned on giving her time to adjust to her new life as the partner of an Alpha before springing wedding talk on her. For now, in lieu of a wedding ring, I was satisfied with the huge amber pendant lying on her chest.
I’d been holding onto it since a week after our first date, a gift from Beverley’s granddaughter, Sophia. Apparently, her grandmother had commissioned the piece in my name. Seeing the expression on Olivia’s face when I gave it to her was totally worth the wait.
“What are you smirking for?” Sleepy blue eyes blinked at me, Olivia’s lips deliciously kiss-swollen and her complexion still carrying the flush from lovemaking.
“Nothing,” I said, holding her just a little tighter and kissing her foreheads. “Just basking in the knowledge that the most beautiful woman in Mystic Cove is my mate.”
“I’m far from the most beautiful woman in town, but all I need is to be the most beautiful in your eyes. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.” She rolled me over and straddled me, a wicked smile on her face.
“Darling, we’ve already started.”
THE END