It’s honestly ridiculous. I thought the intensity between us would ease after the full moon, but boy was I wrong. I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame, when I shouldn’t. I should be staying away from him. I should keep my guard and walls up after what happened three years ago, but I can’t. Slowly
I walk out of the bathroom and head toward the bedroom. Despite spending most of the day in bed, I still feel so tired—like my bones are weighed down with something I can’t shake.The moment we’d returned to the pack house, Aspen had immediately abandoned me in favor of her new friends, and Alec had
Alec gives a thoughtful hum. “That’s why you kept your distance from the other packs.”“Yep,” I say. “It was safer that way. For me, for my people, for our goals.”“But what about now?” he asks. “You’re not the same woman you were when you started all this. You’ve got power now. Enough to deal with
“Are you ready to go home?” Alec asks softly, his voice breaking through the calm of the cabin’s warm interior.I look around once, then down at my hands. This small cabin has been my sanctuary for the past three days. In it, with Alec by my side, I’ve felt safe. I was in pain, yes, but I felt at pe
I rinse off the final plate and hand it to him, not waiting for a reply. My chest feels tight. I walk away, back to the bedroom with heavy steps and heavier thoughts. The towel I’d left folded earlier was still on the bed. I grab it, intending to take a shower, to wash away the swirling storm inside
The silence that followed breakfast wasn’t awkward—it was peaceful, like the quiet that came after a long, devastating storm. The kind of silence that didn’t demand to be filled. Alec sat across from me, chewing slowly, eyes occasionally flicking in my direction. I caught him once, and he looked awa