ILLYRIAN PRIDE

CHAPTER 15

Sorcha emerged from the blood rite, her body covered in crimson stains, her cloak gone and her leathers in tatters. But the stone embedded atop Ramiel had worked its magic and healed every single wound she'd earned during the Rite.

Her parents, standing at the edge of the clearing, rushed to her side, their faces a mix of worry and pride.

"Sorcha, are you okay?" her father asked, his voice trembling. She'd never seen the General look so pale.

"I'm fine, dad," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips. "The stone took care of everything."

Her mother hugged her tightly. "We are so proud, darling. You did it. You're a powerful Carynthian now."

Sorcha nodded, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her accomplishment. But her mind was on one person only.

Devlon.

Her mate.

She turned and ran towards him, her heart pounding in her chest. He caught her effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace.

"You did so well, love," he whispered, his eyes filled with admiration.

Sorcha felt a rush of warmth at his words, grateful for his unwavering support. She'd missed him. Missed his voice. His strong hands on her.

Athena, standing nearby, watched the scene with confusion.

"What is going on?" she exclaimed, disbelief in her voice. "Why are you two acting like this?"

Cassian grabbed her sister's elbow, speaking in soft tones. Her mother kept her gaze on Sorcha.

Sorcha didn't even spare them a glance, her focus solely on Devlon. "I just want a bath and to be with my mate," she said, her voice tinged with longing.

Her parent's stiffened.

"Mates?!" Cassian bellowed.

Athena gaped.

Nesta nodded, as if in answer to a question. As if confirming that she'd been right this entire time.

Devlon smiled down at her, understanding shining in his eyes. "Let's go, my heart. I'll take care of you."

And together, they walked away, leaving Sorcha's bewildered family behind.