39. Oran
C alm.
For once, my mind is not some wretched, raucous place filled with riotous self-doubt.
Instead there is calm, sacred quiet within the safety of my mate’s sweet soul. There, I’m held in sure arms that seek only to embrace me—to give and not take.
For Ivy, I’ll give myself willingly. I’ll lend every ounce of love in my heart until it no longer beats in my chest.
Our bond is a gift I’ll cherish—a home in which I’ll live for eternity. With her.
My Ivy.
My mate.
My everything.
Calm—the world is so very calm for the first time in my life.
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