Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate
Chapter 106: Officially off the market...

Chapter 106: Officially off the market...

"Damian..." she repeated. "Mark me."

Damian’s breath hitched as Evelina’s words settled over him like a claim of their own.

"Mark me."

He paused, his lips hovering over the spot where her neck met her shoulder, where he could feel the rapid pulse of her heartbeat under his mouth.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze. His eyes were dark with a combination of desire and something deeper, something more primal.

His wolf howled in satisfaction, almost overwhelmed by the primal urge to complete their bond.

Storm growled, eager and ready. "Finally. Do it. Make her ours. No one will ever doubt who she belongs to."

But Damian hesitated.

Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. His silver gaze, darkened with desire, searched hers for any hesitation, any second thoughts. He needed to be absolutely sure.

"Evelina," he murmured, his fingers tracing slow patterns over her waist. "Do you know what you’re asking? This isn’t just..." He swallowed hard. "This is forever."

Evelina met his gaze without flinching. "I know," she whispered, her fingers tracing his jawline. "And that’s what I want. I want this; I want you, Damian."

His heart nearly stopped.

Storm whimpered in his head, overwhelmed with the depth of her words. "She’s choosing us. She’s choosing us."

Her voice was so sincere and vulnerable that it removed any doubt. Damian felt his determination strengthen, and their connection grew into something unbreakable.

It was one thing to feel the mate bond, to acknowledge its pull, to be consumed by the magnetic force that tethered them together.

But this...

This was her choice.

Not fate. Not instinct. Not obligation.

She had every reason to reject him, to push him away, to fight the inevitable bond between them like she had from the start. But she wasn’t running anymore.

She was choosing him.

Even though their connection happened unexpectedly, he always recognized that Evelina was special. From the moment they became mates, he felt she was meant for him.

But hearing her say it—hearing her choose him, choose this—made everything else fade away.

"You’re sure you want this?"

Evelina didn’t hesitate, she had made up her mind. "I’m sure," she whispered, her voice steady. "I want this. I want us."

Damian’s heart swelled at her words, her trust in him, and the depth of her commitment. With a deep breath, he nodded, his eyes locking onto hers. "Okay," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "If this is what you want... then I’m yours."

His hands moved to her shoulders, gently pushing the straps of her dress down until they slipped over her arms, baring more of her skin to him.

Damian’s fingers trailed lightly over her skin, igniting trails of fire as the fabric slipped further down.

Evelina shivered, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. The dress pooled around her waist, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of her shoulders and collarbone, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her skin.

She was breathtaking.

Damian swallowed hard, his control hanging by a thread. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, then another, moving unhurriedly toward the sensitive spot on her neck where he would mark her, claim her as his.

Evelina shivered under his touch, her hands clutching at his arms as she waited, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps.

Evelina shivered under his touch, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Every nerve in her body responded to his touch, to the warmth of his lips against her skin, to the electricity crackling between them.

Storm growled impatiently. "Do it, Damian. Mark her. Make her ours."

Damian ignored his wolf for a moment longer, savouring this, savouring her.

His lips hovered over her pulse, feeling the rapid beat beneath his mouth. He could sense the energy of the mate bond pulsing between them, the pull growing stronger with each passing second.

One last time, he searched her gaze, looking for any doubt, any hesitation.

But there was none.

All he saw was trust, love, and the undeniable bond that had been growing between them from the moment he saved her from getting killed.

With a low growl that rumbled deep in his chest, Damian opened his mouth, his canines elongating as he prepared to mark her.

His lips brushed against her skin, and the warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine.

Then, with a swift but gentle movement, Damian bit down, his canines sinking into her flesh.

The initial sting of pain was quickly drowned out by an intoxicating rush of warmth that spread through her veins like fire. It wasn’t just a physical sensation—it was powerful, overwhelming, all-consuming.

She gasped, her nails digging into his arms as her body arched into his.

Her mind flooded with the overwhelming sensation of being claimed, being bonded to him in a way that was deeper than anything she had ever experienced before.

It was too much, too intense—yet she didn’t want it to stop.

Storm howled in Damian’s mind. Yes! Yes! She’s ours!

And Relia?

"Ohhh, HELL YES!" she shrieked in Evelina’s head, practically vibrating with excitement. "That’s what I’m talking about! That’s our mate, Evie! He marked us! He claimed us! We’re officially off the market!"

Evelina barely registered her wolf’s ecstatic rambling, too lost in the storm of emotions flooding through her.

Damian held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her, as he completed the mark, sealing their bond. He could feel the connection between them solidify, their souls intertwining in a terrifying and exhilarating way.

The bond’s energy surged through him, filling him with a sense of rightness and belonging that he had never felt before.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked at Evelina. A faint trace of blood stained her skin where he had bitten her, but the wound was already healing.

Evelina’s eyes were half-lidded, her lips slightly parted as she took in the sensation of the bond settling within her. She could feel Damian’s presence in a way that went beyond the physical, a deep connection resonating in her soul.

It was as if a piece of her that had always been missing had finally fallen into place, completing her in a way she hadn’t even realised she needed.

Damian reached up, gently wiping away the tiny drop of blood that remained on her skin. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Evelina nodded, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at him. "I’m more than okay," she whispered. "I’m yours, Damian. Completely."