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2025-10-17 08:10:00Rhett's POV
The antiseptic smell in the ward was suffocating. I’d been sitting here for hours, and still it clung to my lungs, sharp and sterile, like it wanted to scrub away even the memory of what had happened. My elbows rested on my knees, my hands tangled together so tightly my fingers had gone numb, but I couldn’t make myself relax. Every sound in the room had carved itself into my nerves—the steady beep of the monitor, the hiss of the oxygen, the slow, rhythmic drip of the IV.Declan lay in that bed, his skin pale against the white sheets, his arm tethered to tubes, his body too still. Too quiet. The image of him crumpled on the floor earlier, his breathing shallow, his pulse barely there, wouldn’t leave my head. My chest tightened every time I looked at him.Then, as if he could feel the weight of my eyes burning into him, Declan stirred. His lashes fluttered, hazel eyes flicking open, sharp even through the haze of exhaustion. He shifted slightly,
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Rhett's POV I stood on the third stair so everyone could see me and raised my beer. The music cut off mid-song and the room went quiet fast. All those faces turned toward me, some grinning, some already tipsy, some holding plates of cake like they were afraid I’d confiscate them. I cleared my throat. “Okay. You animals shut up for five seconds, so here goes.” Laughter rippled through the room. “First, thank you for ignoring every single time I said I didn’t want a party. You were right. I needed this. Needed all of you in my house making noise and eating my food and glitter-bombing my ceiling.” I pointed at Colt. “Especially you, glitter terrorist.” Colt saluted with a cupcake. “Second,” I said, finding Declan in the front row, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and that soft smile he only gives me, “thank you for giving me the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” I tapped the pocket where his letter still sat. “I haven’t stopped carrying it since you handed it over. Read i
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Killian's POV I slid up beside Rhett while he leaned against the kitchen counter nursing a fresh beer. Declan was across the room trying to look casual while refilling his drink, but every step was careful, thighs pressed together like he was still feeling Rhett hours later. I bumped Rhett’s shoulder. “So. Get your fill yet, birthday boy?” Rhett smirked into his bottle. “Completely.” “Yeah, I can tell.” I nodded toward Declan. “Kid’s walking like he's sitting on a fence post.” Rhett barked a laugh so loud half the room turned. “He’ll live.” “Poor baby,” I teased. “You broke him.” “Worth it,” Rhett said, eyes soft. “Totally worth it.” I grinned. “Good. Now go make your alpha speech or whatever before the pups start howling for attention. Some of us still haven’t gotten ours tonight.” Rhett raised an eyebrow. “That's a complaint, beta?” “Observation,” I said. “My man’s been running around playing party planner all night. I’m starving.” Rhett threw his head back and laughed a
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Declan's POV I spotted Colt near the gift table and waved him over. “Hey, help me with the big one.” He jogged up, eyes wide. “The one you wouldn’t let any of us touch? Dude, I’m honored.” I rolled my eyes. “Just grab the other side.” We lifted the long flat box together. It was heavier than it looked, wrapped in plain black paper with a single gold ribbon. I carried it through the crowd until I found Rhett leaning against the wall, beer in hand, watching everyone with that soft look he only lets out when he thinks no one is paying attention. I stopped in front of him. “This one’s from me.” Rhett set his drink down and took the box. His fingers brushed mine. “You already gave me the letter.” “That was words. This is… different.” He raised an eyebrow but started pulling the ribbon. Colt and I stepped back. The paper came off and Rhett stared at the framed photograph inside. It was huge, black and white, taken last summer on the river trip. Rhett mid-laugh, hair wet, sunlight
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Nikolai's POV I found Killian on the back porch swing, legs stretched out, beer dangling from his fingers. The party had spilled outside hours ago; someone had started a bonfire in the pit, and the glow lit up the garden in shifting orange. Music thumped from the house, muffled but steady. Most of the pack was inside dancing or arguing over the playlist, but out here it was quieter. Just the crackle of wood and the low hum of voices. I walked straight to him, dropped onto his lap without asking, and wrapped my arms around his neck. He made a soft surprised sound, then smiled against my mouth when I kissed him. Slow. Lazy. The kind of kiss that said we had all the time in the world. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs rubbing small circles through my shirt. I tasted beer and smoke and him, and I could have stayed right there forever. A dramatic squeal cut through the night. “Oh my god, you two have no respect for your alpha! There are children present! Get a room!” Rhett was le
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Killian's POV I slammed Rhett’s bedroom door open so hard it bounced off the wall. He was standing at the window in nothing but sweatpants, hair still damp from the shower, and he turned fast, eyes narrowing at me. “Killian, what the hell.” “There’s a problem,” I said, already crossing the room. “Big one. We have to go. Now.” He opened his mouth, probably to ask questions, but I didn’t give him time. I grabbed his arm and pulled. He let me drag him two steps before he planted his feet. “Explain,” he growled. “No time. Trust me.” I yanked again. “Move.” He stared at me for half a second, then snatched a hoodie off the chair and shoved his arms through it while I towed him down the hallway. Declan was nowhere in sight, which was good because one look at his face would have ruined everything. Rhett kept trying to talk as we hit the stairs. “If this is about the border patrol schedule, I swear to god.” “It’s not patrol.” “Then what?” “You’ll see.” We burst through the kitchen
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Rhett's POV I woke up on the seventh morning with a scratch in my throat and a heaviness behind my eyes that had nothing to do with Declan. Nikolai noticed the second I stepped onto the balcony. He took one look at me, raised an eyebrow, and said, “You sound like gravel.”“I’m fine,” I told him. My voice cracked halfway through the sentence.He handed me coffee anyway. “You have that meeting with the investor at eleven. The one who wants to fund the new security division. Drink this, take something, and try not to cough in his face.”I drank the coffee. It tasted like ash.The investor was a human named Marcus Lang. Mid-forties, sharp suit, sharper smile. He wanted to put ten million into wolf-designed encryption protocols. Nikolai had set the whole thing up weeks ago, back when I still pretended everything was normal. We met him at a beachside café with white umbrellas and overpriced orange juice. The sun was brutal. My skin felt too tight, my joints ached, and every time the breeze
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