Chapter 33

Scarlett's POV "Am I your mate?" I asked, not looking away from his gaze, trying to read his expression through his eyes. Lucien's eyes didn't waver as he studied me. The silence between us felt heavier than any words could manage. Then, slowly—deliberately—he nodded. The movement was small, but it carried a weight that made my breath hitch. "My wolf..." His voice was low, almost rough, like gravel dragged across stone. "...My wolf couldn't be wrong. He doesn't usually react to anyone or feel restless—always wanting to pounce on someone—but when it comes to you—" He stopped himself, his jaw tightening before he finished. "—That's why I always lose my reasoning when it comes to you." For a second, my mind refused to process what he had just implied. No... Wait... he couldn't mean— "You're saying..." I almost took a step backward. My voice faltered, and I forced the words out. "You're saying you're my mate?" His silver eyes locked on mine. There was no hesitation. No playful smirk. No co