Chapter 32

Simon's POV Her scent intoxicated me. Even beneath the sharp tang of medicine and the blood of injured warriors, Aisha's essence wrapped around me like a soothing balm. My wolf rumbled in approval, content yet aching for more. She was strength, compassion, and resilience woven into one, a woman fierce enough to command a battlefield and tender enough to heal the broken. She was mine. I had always imagined my mate would be someone who belonged only to me, someone delicate, someone who fit effortlessly into my world. But the Moon Goddess had given me something far greater. She had given me Aisha, a woman who stood on her own, unshaken by the storm of war and duty. And one day, I would leave my mark on her neck, a silent promise to the world that she belonged to me just as much as I belonged to her. For now, I had to be patient. She broke the kiss, her breath uneven, her fingers grazing over my wound with barely concealed frustration. "Stop being reckless," she muttered, eyes scanning me