Tristan POV
Keep Rowena close to my chest. I guide her into the pack house. I expected her to try, and escape from my hold but she doesn't. She nuzzles her nose into my chest and breathes in deeply.
"You smell like hazelnuts," she mutters as she relaxes in my arms.
I chuckle lightly as I kiss the top of her head. "You smell like vanilla."
I can hear Mason grumbling and growling behind us, but there is nothing that he can do to pull me down from this high. Part of me wonders if I should be more considerate of his feelings, knowing he is in love with her. But I have waited for this moment my whole life to have my mate in my arms. I am not going to think about anyone else but her.
Mason and Zoe follow closely behind us as I enter my office. I had left Leo in charge while we went to get Rowena, and he is pacing the floor like a caged animal.