gain. Not once. She didn't call. Didn't text. Didn't
y play
her sensitive,
ad a right to heal. It took him nearly half a week just to walk on his own. The pack began to
idn't
a, something inside her had already started packing its bags. Sh
e wrapped i
ofa. Her tablet glowed in her lap, screen filled with legal archives and old ritual texts-anyt
t door open. A pau
was spotless-it always was-but for the first time in three
ir
ugh the mind link, sh
le
answe
th
door swung open. His scent hit her first-sandalwood and pine, dark and warm and infuriatingly
her sitting there, still dressed in lounge cloth
e said, voice low. "Why di
ced her expression into somet
said. "After all, don't you have your
outh, she regretted them. They
oo late to t
r thickened around them. "You know Ivy has been through a lot
Ivy
attered again
nst the floor. "She's sensitive. She's fragile. She needs pr
yes wide and burning with te
g his features before it vanished behind tha
her shoulder. Firm.
quietly. "You should never
red. So he does reme
eath brushed her cheek, warm
art cl
ot "I'm sorry". Not
eed
finest doctors, the strongest wolfsbane tonics-none of it could quiet the ache of a blood v
worthy
la
ad f
lower lip, blind to the tears gathering in her eye
n't wa
n her entire life. Her hands slammed
a. My patience has limits. You c
rms wrapped around her, pulling her against him with the certainty of someone who had every right to do so. The bed cau
," he growled. "That
t cracked c
e man she h
Not the patient one who had promised her safety. This
own darkne
ouse, days filled with fear and uncertainty. Her mother had died trying to save her. The memory of that helplessness, that terror,
ould never have to feel that fear again. "I will n
re at her clothes. His strength held her down while she squirm
Her breath came in short, sha
ember reaching
the crack of cera
ood streaming down his temple. "Wha
r. Didn't stop t
of the room. Her fingers tore at the torn blanket draped over the armchair and she wrapped it
le body
e. His wolf
p, sour terror flooding off her skin. The bond be
c at
ai
raising one bloodied h
cracked, splintered,
ss Adrian's face. Not quite guilt. Not
down at her-curled in the corner, wrapped
w tigh
ow. Exhausted. Done. "I am your Alpha. You have to move past
d the do
the las
icked shut
, hugging the blanket to her ches
ed sometime in the dark. Not because the pain had faded, b
r phone
, vision blurry. A delive
d to ice. It was
ed over her lik
ur symptoms are improving, Mira. The avoidance response is w
in awake planning. Their anniversary. A candlelit dinner. Soft music. And then-if she wa
d be touched wi
he moon blessed
ted an heir. Th
t
against her fingers, the echo of his weight pressing her do
ress. The doctor had said so. And then one moment of weakness-hi
dered, did t
he first grey light of morning crept through the curtains, thi
ne buzz
own, and her
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