The morning light was barely breaking over the horizon when Bella finally stirred.
She felt warm.
Safe.
Her body was heavy with exhaustion, her muscles sore in the best way possible.
And then—
She realized.
She wasn't alone.
Dante's arm was wrapped around her waist, his body pressed against her back, his breathing slow, steady.
The mate bond hummed softly, no longer violent, no longer punishing.
Instead, it felt whole.
Complete.
Bella's chest tightened.
Because she had done it.
She had given in.
She had let him have her, claim her, own her.
And now?
There was no turning back.
She was his forever.
And even more terrifying?
He was hers.
Bella swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against the sheets.
"You're overthinking again."
Dante's voice was low, rough from sleep, his lips brushing against the back of her neck.
Bella shivered.
"Shut up," she muttered.
Dante chuckled, his grip on her waist tightening.
"Not happening, sweetheart."
Bella rolled over, her golden-brown eyes locking onto his.
He looked different.
More relaxed, but still dangerous.
Still her Alpha.
"What happens now?" she whispered.
Dante's blue eyes darkened.
"Now?" His fingers traced lazy circles on her hip, his voice dropping into something sinful.
"Now, you're mine. And I plan on making sure you never forget it."
Bella's breath hitched.
Because she knew.
He meant every word.