INICIAR SESIÓN~ALEXANDER~I hear it whispered everywhere.In the careful looks Brian gives me.In the tight silence Isabella wraps around herself.In the way people speak Dimitri’s name as if it already belongs beside hers.Step aside.Give her space.Let her choose.Let her go.No.I have lost her once.I will not lose her again by pretending restraint is the same thing as love.Scarlett doesn’t remember what binds us. That is the cruelest irony of all because the bond is still there, humming beneath my skin, pulling me toward her with a force that no amount of distance can weaken.Mate.She may not feel it.Her wolf does.And so do I.People mistake my refusal to leave as obsession. They don’t understand that I am not chasing a ghost, I am standing my ground against fate itself.I don’t want to cage Scarlett.I want her to choose me.And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that choice remains possible.Her wolf despises me.That much is clear.She doesn’t snarl or lash out anymore, but I fee
~SCARLETT~I wake with the feeling that something inside me is already awake.Not alert, watching.The morning light is pale and quiet, spilling across the floor like it’s afraid to disturb me. For a moment, I stay still, listening to the slow rhythm of my own breathing, the faint hum of the city outside.(We are being observed.)The thought isn’t mine but my wolf’s.I don’t flinch.I’ve learned not to.“You’re imagining things,” I whisper, mostly for my own benefit.(No,) she replies calmly. (You are ignoring them.)My wolf has been like this lately, less explosive, more controlled. Still fierce, still proud, but no longer lunging at every shadow. She watches. She waits. And when she speaks, it’s with the confidence of something that remembers survival.I don’t ask her what she knows.Not yet.Dimitri isn’t beside me when I wake, but his presence lingers anyway, the faint scent of him on the sheets, the warmth still pressed into the mattress where he slept. I find him downstairs, alr
~DIMITRI~Happiness has a sound.It’s soft. Almost imperceptible. Like breathing beside you in the dark.And because it’s so quiet, you don’t notice when it starts to drown out your instincts.Scarlett hums under her breath as she moves around my kitchen, barefoot, hair loose down her back. She’s wearing one of my shirts again, too big, sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder. The sight of her like this does something dangerous to me.It makes me imagine permanence.I watch her from the doorway, coffee cooling in my hand, and for a brief, treacherous moment, I allow myself to think: This could be my life.Not power.Not dominance.Not survival.Just this.She turns and catches me staring. “What?”“Nothing,” I reply, though it’s a lie. “You’re just… here.”She smiles softly. “I like being here.”The words land deeper than she knows.So I do what I’ve always done when something matters too much, I compartmentalize. I tuck the fear away and focus on what I can control.I walk
~SCARLETT~I don’t remember the last time I woke up without fear sitting on my chest.But this morning, I did.Sunlight filters through thin curtains, warm and gentle, brushing across my face like it knows me. For a moment, I forget everything else. The past I can’t remember. The future I’m pretending not to worry about.There is only now.There is only Dimitri.He’s still asleep beside me, one arm heavy around my waist like a promise he doesn’t know he’s making. His breathing is steady, peaceful in a way that feels rare for him. I watch him quietly, memorizing the way his brow smooths when he isn’t carrying the weight of the world.I let myself believe this could last.I slip out of bed carefully and pad into the kitchen, deciding to make breakfast, an act that feels dangerously domestic. I burn the toast, spill coffee on the counter, and laugh at myself like this is a normal life.When Dimitri joins me, hair messy, shirt half-buttoned, he pauses in the doorway like he’s stepped into
~DIMITRI~I have spent my entire life mastering control.Control over my strength.Control over my temper.Control over the part of me that destroys what it touches.Choosing Scarlett means surrendering a piece of that control.And I do it anyway.I don’t hide her anymore.Not from the press.Not from the board.Not from Alexander.When I walk into my company with her hand in mine, the room stills. Conversations die mid-sentence. Phones pause halfway to ears. I feel their shock ripple outward like a disturbed surface.Good.Let them see.Scarlett moves beside me like she belongs there, not clinging, not hesitant. Her chin is lifted, eyes curious rather than intimidated. I admire her courage more than I should.My assistant stares openly. “Sir…?”“Clear my schedule,” I say. “All of it.”She nods, scrambling.I lead Scarlett into my private office and close the door behind us, sealing us into quiet.“You didn’t warn me,” she says softly.“I didn’t want to give you time to second-guess,”
~SCARLETT~I start getting headaches.Not the normal kind. Not the dull ache that comes from exhaustion or dehydration. These are sharp, sudden, like something inside my skull is knocking, hard, demanding to be let out.They come when I’m least prepared.A voice calling my name that doesn’t belong to anyone near me.The smell of rain when the sky is clear.The sudden, overwhelming urge to run.I tell myself it’s stress.Two men orbiting my life.A job that reminds me every day that I don’t quite fit.A past I can’t remember but everyone else seems to tread around carefully.Anyone would crack under that weight.Dimitri notices before I do.“You’re pale,” he says quietly when he picks me up after work.“I’m fine,” I lie automatically.He doesn’t accept it. He never does.His hand comes up, warm against my cheek, thumb brushing just beneath my eye. The touch grounds me and unravels me at the same time.“You don’t have to pretend with me,” he says.The headache spikes, sharp and vicious.







