My next words melted in my mouth as I saw a muscular man crossing the room. His jaw was sharp, and his cheekbones were chiseled. The fiery red fur he possessed transformed into a bronze, smooth skin.
He was perfect.
"You will never what?" he asked, and I could help but to gaze into those deep sets of gray eyes.
"I will never regret marrying you," I finally replied. "I admit, I was scared of you the first time we met, but now I can't imagine my life without you. I can't resist your scent, and it's driving me crazy."
His large hand cupped the side of my face, and I closed my eyes and sighed. "From now on, you will be called the Lycan queen."
"But I'm just an omega werewolf, not a divine being like you. How can I honor such a title?"
"Because the moment we first met, you had already captured my heart and soul. You are my equal in every way, my love."
Tears formed in my eyes. "Your majesty—"
"Maxus," he whispered. "From now on, that will be the name you will address me by."
"Maxus." I smiled. "My love…"
Sasha