Page 34 of Healed By My Mate
Quinn’s expression crumples.“Christian…”
“For staying.For becoming my mate.My wife.My life.”
She touches my cheek.“There was never a choice.Not really.”
“There was,” I argue softly.“And you still chose me.”
Quinn kisses me gently.“I’ll always choose you.Forever.”
My wolf howls in agreement.
I wrap my arms around her and kiss her forehead.“Let’s go home.”
As we gather our things and head out, I know one thing with complete certainty.
I healed her.
But she saved me.
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