CHAPTER 135 Not All the Way

  ~ RIG ~

  We lay there together for a long time, dozing and holding each other. Breathing.

  As Cara slipped in and out of sleep, I found myself watching her. My wife. My mate. Mine. I couldn’t quite breathe every time I thought about it. Letting my gaze trace the lines of her porcelain skin, her mussed hair, the hint of pink still in her cheeks… I was awed. She was really mine. Truly mine… well, mostly.

  A niggling unease crept up underneath the joy.

  The bond hadn’t completed. I was pretty sure.

  I hadn’t had a bond before, so I couldn’t be certain. But I’d heard enough stories and jokes between the mated wolves to know that when it happened it was impossible to miss.

  What did it mean that it hadn’t happened. Was it because she was human or… whatever she was becoming? Was that going to be a barrier for us? Maybe she could feel the bond, but we were too different to finally complete it?