Chapter 67 His Queen

Orpheus spun me around so that I was facing him; his hand rested on my chin, lifting my head up, then using his thumb to wipe the tears from my face. "I don't care about all those things, and you shouldn't either. You are mine, Micaela, my queen, and if tomorrow doesn't turn out the way we planned, I'm not going to give up until I mark you as mine. Even if it means searching for every last old wolf. So never degrade yourself; the moon goddess blessed me with you, knowing there was no one more fit to rule by my side than you." His voice was calm and relaxing.