Seraphine's POV
Even with all the Becky complications I faced, even with the she-wolves who envied my position, and even with those who despised me, I craved to belong to Theodore completely. I yearned to give myself to him entirely, to submit and become his in every conceivable way.
At first, my insecurities consumed me, but he calmed those fears in his patient manner, taking his time with gentle reassurance. He endured his own torment by keeping our mate bond secret, even though he recognized it the moment I accepted Nash's rejection. My gorgeous, devoted mate. He protected me this way because he refused to pressure me, understanding that I had survived a devastating rejection and lacked the strength to embrace the moon goddess's design.
I was far from perfect in appearance. A frail, undernourished omega with countless imperfections. Yet he remained blind to those flaws. In his eyes, I was always beautiful.
