I don't know if you gonna like it or not but give it a try. And English isn't my first language .
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The anticipation had been building for days, a low hum of excitement and a deeper, more profound sense of… rightness. Today was the day. My mating ceremony with David William. The culmination of a journey I hadn't even realized I was on until he walked into my life.
I stood with my family, the weight of the moment settling heavily on my shoulders. It wasn't just the ceremony itself, the ancient rituals and the binding vows. It was David. The thought of him, the man I was about to claim as my mate, filled me with a complex mix of emotions – a fierce protectiveness, a tender affection, and a burning desire.
I had spent the past few weeks trying to navigate the delicate balance of caring for him, of showing him, in my own clumsy way, how much he meant to me. His pregnancy, while unexpected, had only deepened my resolve. This wasn't just about fulfilling a duty; it was about building a life, a future, with the man who held my heart.
My gaze kept drifting towards the entrance, my senses on high alert, waiting. And then, he appeared. David.
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The sight of him, took my breath away. He was… ethereal. The traditional mating clothes, a soft, flowing material that seemed to shimmer around him, transformed him into something otherworldly. His hair, usually styled simply, was adorned with flowers, framing his face in a way that highlighted his natural beauty. His eyes, those captivating pools of green, sparkled with an inner light, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
I couldn't tear my gaze away. He moved with a quiet grace, his parents by his side, their faces filled with pride and a hint of sadness, the bittersweet emotions of letting go. As he walked towards me, it was as if time itself slowed down. The sounds of the gathering faded into a distant hum, and all that mattered was him.
I felt a surge of possessiveness, a primal instinct to claim him, to protect him from the world. My wolf stirred within me, recognizing its mate, its other half. It was a feeling both exhilarating and terrifying. This was it. This was real.
Our eyes met, and a jolt of electricity passed between us. I saw the nervousness in his gaze, the slight tremor in his hands. But beneath it, I also saw a spark of… something else. A flicker of desire, a hint of vulnerability. It was a look that both humbled and emboldened me.
I couldn't help the small smirk that played on my lips. I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his gaze, the heat of it, the intensity. And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to erase his doubts, to reassure him that he was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever needed.
The ceremony unfolded, the ancient words resonating with a power that transcended time. I listened, my focus unwavering, my gaze fixed on David. Each word spoken, each ritual performed, felt like a step closer to solidifying the bond that already existed between us, a bond forged by destiny and deepened by circumstance.
