Elena's POV

"You're staring."

Andrew's voice pulled me from my thoughts. We sat in his private study, away from the pack, away from responsibilities. Just us and the crackling fireplace casting dancing shadows across the walls.

"I'm allowed to stare at my mate." I held up my hand, watching the moonstone catch the firelight. "My fiancé. My husband. Which title do you prefer?"

"All of them." He pulled me onto his lap in one smooth motion. "As long as they mean you're mine."

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