Page 14 of His Innocent Mate

I feel him disconnect from all of us.

For a long second everything is still, tense. And then Wyatt turns and looks at me, his gaze penetrating into mine, his apology spoken without a word being sent.

“We accept her.”

“We accept her as your mate.”

“Welcome Kendra, mate to Alpha Wyatt.”

Each one of the wolves in the pack speaks to me, letting me know that I am welcome, that there will be no division of the pack from this. I feel pleasure move through me, knowing that I can stand beside Wyatt and not have to worry about disgracing him or his pack. As a newly shifted wolf, I have a lot to learn. But I know with Wyatt by my side anything is possible.

Whatever the future holds, Wyatt and I will face it together and conquer it all.

“I love you,” he says to me, his words in my head filled with so much happiness and love that if I were in my human form, I would be crying.

“I love you so much, Wyatt.”

He walks up to me and rubs the side of his face against my side, rubbing his scent on me.

“This is the first day of the rest of our lives.”

Yes, it really is.

EPILOGUE

KENDRA

We’re lying in bed, recovering after Wyatt made love to me, lazy and slow. Every time he takes me … it just gets better, more intense. I know it’s because of the mating, how he’s claimed me … how my wolf has finally risen.

It’s been six months since Wyatt made me his and every day feels like our connection grows. I have everything I ever wanted and more. I never dreamed I could be this happy. Since finding my wolf and taking my rightful place at Wyatt’s side, I finally feel whole.

With the joy there has been a little pain. I lost my grandmother a couple of months ago. Her passing was painless and I was by her side the whole time, holding her hand. And in return, Wyatt was with me, giving me his love and support.

After my first shift into my animal form, I approached my grandmother. I needed to know how it was even possible. That’s when she told me that my father was a wolf shifter, something he kept hidden because he wanted to make my mother happy. Apparently, my mother could never accept that life.

She kept me a secret from him, and eventually my father lost his will to live—having been rejected by his mate ... and his pack since he turned his back on them for her.

My heart ached for my father and for the joy that he missed out on. I’ve promised myself that I will hold on to my happiness and live life to the fullest, making sure to never take it for granted. And ever since my wolf emerged, I swear she senses his spirit, as if he was right here beside me, giving me his strength.

I know he’s watching over me, and I think maybe he always has. It just took finding my wolf to connect with him.

“What are you doing?” I laugh, distracted from my thoughts.

Wyatt runs his nose against the side of my neck again, his large hand spread out protectively across my stomach.

“You’re pregnant,” he murmurs, kissing my skin gently and inhaling again.

“We’ve known that for a couple of weeks now,” I laugh, feeling so completely happy and in sync with my wolf that the joy is indescribable.

“And every day the scent of you carrying my cub gets deeper, stronger and makes me want to howl with joy,” he mumbles.

“I love you, Wyatt.”

“I love you, Kendi, more than I will ever be able to tell you.”

“You show me,” I remind him. “Every single day you show me.” I turn over on my back, threading my fingers through his. “Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?”

“The scent is so strong already that it could be one of each.”

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