BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 528: My Forever Is ’You’

Chapter 528: My Forever Is ’You’

Dace’s words rendered me speechless and deeply concerned.

All my life, since I was thrust into the world of the supernatural—I finally realized why it was necessary to honor the law of coexistence and why Vanessa was deeply troubled about me finding out in the past.

This world was not for the faint-hearted.

Although I’m grateful that because of it, I found my mate.

Someone else who didn’t have a person like Dace to shield them away from the chaos—I wouldn’t wish this burden upon their shoulders. The world of the supernatural was meant to be hidden. It should be.

"Don’t worry, baby girl. My father, even though he didn’t live for the right cause, made connections with higher powers before his death. We can control this for now."

"Higher powers? You mean like the government or something?"

"It’s politics, baby, don’t think too much about it."

"But this concerns me too, I don’t want to be left in the dark again."

A smile tugged at his lips. I couldn’t understand why it did, but it seemed he was intrigued by my fire. He’d better be.

"What do you want to know?"

"I need to know what you plan to do to the wendigos, I saw you mind linking your Pride few moments ago."

"Destroy them," he answered so casually that it took a beat to grasp what he said to my face.

I’m not surprised, and I have no sympathy for those creatures. They deserved Dace’s wrath, and Tessa’s soul could finally get the closure it needed.

But then, there was the problem of the Curse of the Dead on me. I still need Hayden’s help to break it.

And then it would be over. Could it truly be over? There was peace in one year, but could I truly have that in my future?

I thought I had already figured it out—graduate from college and become an author. I could basically picture it all, but now there was a blank image of that future.

The future I had planned out didn’t have Dace in it, maybe he was always there but I couldn’t see one with him.

But after what happened between us, it felt like that changed.

Dace didn’t randomly come back to my life after one year; he had always been there, and because of him, I had escaped a fate worse than death.

It felt too good to be true.

I flinched when I felt Dace’s hand on my marked arm. "Look."

I leveled my gaze and found the mark was slowly fading away, leaving behind my smooth skin.

"Singe and the others must have been successful."

"Those poor souls," I murmured. "If only we figured it out sooner, no one would have been preyed on."

"It’s not your fault."

I nodded. "I know, but it makes me wonder how much the humans would suffer if the supernaturals keep emerging."

"Hmm," Dace hummed. "This was the same as when the supernatural arose a long time ago. When the Pride was formed, and when vampires ruled the rich. The world has a way of healing itself, and it’s those same supernaturals who keep the balance. The humans will adjust as we will."

I licked my lips and pulled my hand away from his. He stared at me questionably, but I looked away and walked past him.

I used the towel to wipe my hair as I stood in front of the mirror. My eyes moved to my reflection and found Dace standing behind me, waiting.

The silence stretched for a few minutes until I spoke. "You called me your wife."

"You are," he said as if it was already set in stone and nothing could ever change it.

My heart constricted at his declaration, and my eyes stung with tears.

Fuck! Why am I so emotional? I suddenly feel like a wreck, and I don’t want him to see me like that.

As if forcing my hand and the emotions that want to crush me—his next words were the last straw.

"You have always been my wife since the moment you bore my mark."

I inhaled sharply, a lone tear sliding down my cheek. "E-Ever since that day? All this t-time?"

"Yes."

"You were so patient all through for me to adjust."

"Yes."

My bottom lip trembled. "Did I make you wait long?" I asked as my voice choked in sobs.

He stepped closer, holding my waist from behind, his face buried in my neck as he trailed kisses that compelled my eyes to close.

Goosebumps rose on my skin, and a deep chill found my head.

"The wait was always worth it."

I opened my eyes and found him staring back at me with a passion that almost squeezed the life out of my heart.

The way he looked at me. Dear Lord! It was nothing like the emotionless Dace. It made all my doubts vanish.

"I never want to be apart from you again. I want to spend forever with you. You are the only thing worth living for and the only one who can make me sane."

His teeth clenched as his grip on my waist tightened, his other hand rubbed against it. I realized he knew about it.

"Your pain, your grief, your happiness and your future will be all mine to take and fuck away for as long as I may live. I may have lost myself, but with you? I have found my way. A year apart from you showed me that I could never let you go, no matter what."

I couldn’t bear to look at my own reflection because I was already a sobbing mess. So I focused on his hazel; there was a light to them, and that spark was only invoked for me.

I didn’t know when he pulled open the drawer and took out a small box.

"I was waiting for the right moment, but with you, it’s always the right one."

Puzzled, I leveled my gaze to the box and when he opened it—it was a ring, and the little diamond atop was the same color as his golden hazels.

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