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How did this happen? I thought Shifters can’t be made.

“I don’t know. They can’t. Whatever this is, it’s a miracle. You are my miracle, Hope.”

She chuffed loudly.

“Easy,” I murmured, and slowly approached.

I had to get my hands on her. She was so damn pretty. Soft and ferocious.

Mate.

Her sigh echoed inside my head as I stroked and petted her thick fur. I knew from the start I wasn’t worthy of her, but I wanted her.

Even so, with all my longing, all that pent up desire for this female. I had no idea how it would feel once I claimed and was claimed by her.

All I knew was Hope was mine now. I coveted this precious woman. Cherished her. And I was going to show her what that meant every single day of my life.

Chapter Twenty-Hope

Aweek later…

I had just finished my shift at Lance’s Auto and had a meeting with the Barvale Clan’s Keeper, and what I learned blew my mind. I couldn’t wait to tell Miles.

He was off from work today, having taken a part-time job with Maverick Development.

My nerves were on edge. I didn’t know what to make of any of this, and the fact I needed to keep it a secret from Honor and Mom was kind of killing me.

I closed my eyes and took a moment for myself, breathing in the smell of fallen leaves and cool, wet earth. October was here, and the cold was coming fast.

I could almost smell the chill behind the still temperate breezes. Soon, it would be winter. The idea of running beside my mate in my fur took hold of my mind, and I smiled.

I was still learning to control my Bear, but the changes were getting quicker now. Less painful, too.

And it was all because of him. My mate was the best man I knew. Standing by my side every time I had a meltdown or when it all got to be a little much.

Admittedly, my hormones were all over the place. I apologized once for bringing all this extra mess into Miles’ life, but that conversation had ended when the big, sexy man tackled me to the ground and loved on me so hard I saw stars.

“Never apologize. You’re perfect exactly as you are, Pretty Girl.”

I might not think I was perfect. But he sure did, and it warmed me to my marrow.

I never imagined I could belong to someone like this. That he would feel the same about me. He called me his miracle once, but I thought maybe he had it backwards.

He was definitely my Mr. Right.

Before Miles, I’d always felt like I had to try to change myself to make others like me. But not with him. He liked me just the way I was. Mess and all.

Maybe he was right. Maybe we were perfect together.

“Thank you so much for coming in today, Hope,” Taylor Devlin said with a smile as he exited the office behind me.

“Thank you for your help,” I replied, biting my lip when a growl slipped out.

“Anytime,” he said again, dipping his chin.

Thoughts of my mate filled me as I walked towards the door, and I adjusted my purse on my shoulder. Miles was a good man. A great mate.

He was starting his own company, doing repairs and building sheds and decks, custom grills and playgrounds. He wanted to work on smaller jobs like that. Projects that would keep him close to home, which was a move I firmly supported especially after he’d finished our beautiful deck and grill.

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