Prologue
He looked over at her sleeping form. Beautiful wasn't quite the right word to describe how exquisite she truly was. Her soft hair that reached down till her back with curls at the end and her skin was like that of a new born baby's. He had never seen such fragility before.
He sighed as she snuggled into his chest more. This being would be the death of him, was the only one capable of putting an end to his existence which he gladly would if she just wished it. He could feel her warm breaths and felt the effects of it. Her warmth warmed his cold heart. She fit perfectly into him just like a half of a whole, only made for him as he was for her.
Love was not the right word to describe the length of his feelings for this woman. He loved her of course he did. But it didn't make sense when he said he loved her hundred times to him it seemed like a foolish notion. Best to say that his love for her held no boundaries or limits. Either way she seemed happy with the simple word and that's all what he wanted her happiness.
His heart may be dead, but his true heart lay vulnerable outside his chest. And his heart was weak, thinner than glass one flick of touch could harm her gravely. And he would use all strength in his body and mind so as not even a hair on her could be damaged.
His young bride, wife and mate will always be his most valued treasure, and without shame his top most priority.
She saved him from himself but his true nature did remain in him. It was there hidden. The only difference was he lashed it out on anyone who even dared to think in any inappropriate manner about Isabella Marie Cullen.
He sighed as his eyes closed burying his nose in her hair; the scent always calmed him and will forever, drifting him to his peaceful slumber.