Leila's POV:
Since the moment I regained my true self, life has been nothing but a whirlwind. One intense event after another, each one pushing me to the brink and then pulling me back just in time for the next storm. It started with Drake, finding out the truth about me—about everything I'd tried so hard to hide from him—and his reaction wasn't what I had expected. He didn't blame me, didn't see me as the monster I feared I was. If anything, it made our bond stronger.
And then we crossed that line, the one we'd both been tiptoeing around for so long. The deed. The physical culmination of all the tension and passion between us, and damn if it didn't set our love life ablaze. Drake wasn't just my mate in name anymore. He was mine in every sense of the word, and I could feel it in my bones. The intimacy we shared was electrifying, his touch addictive, and yet it was so much more than just desire. It was the way he made me feel safe, cherished—things I'd never believed I deserved.
