“I was going to wait until we got to the Catskills and tell you there. Armand ordered me to tell you now. He said I should have told you already. I was afraid I’d lose you. We need to go downstairs and tell the Alpha that this is settled between us. It is, isn’t it? You’ll be my mate and marry me? We’ll mate on pack land then get married in Brooklyn. Of course, we’ll have to invite the council and their Betas to the wedding ceremony, but that’s easier in the city. We’ll have to put on a show in Brooklyn for the ceremony and the reception. It’s expected.”
“Yes, it’s settled. I won’t hedge any longer, I love you, you love me. We’re mates, and I’m about to be marked and married. Okay?” Rémy nodded his head vigorously. Ian grabbed Rémy’s hand and pulled him up to finish dressing.
Rémy could see something was bothering Ian. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You said you’re seventy years old. That means I may not have you long.”