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2025-09-13 19:00:00Baylees POV
By the time Caden gets me through the front door, I’m not even human anymore.I’m sweat and tremors and sobs. I can’t tell if I’m burning or drowning in it. My skin itches, my head pulses, and every part of my body feels swollen with need — this loud, aching need to be touched, claimed, filled, anything.I scream into his neck as he carries me upstairs, my voice already wrecked from the banshee scream earlier. His arms tighten around me like I might break in half.“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Just hold on—”⸻BathroomThe cold hits before the water does. Caden practically throws me into the bathtub and drops to his knees beside me. The tap’s already blasting ice water. I sob as the shock slaps my skin.My clothes cling to me, soaked and sticky, but I can’t move to take them off. I try, but my hands don’t work. I just cry harder.“Off—off, please—get them off—I c-can’t breathe—”Caden doesn’t even hesitate. He grabs my shirt a
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Baylees POVAfter that, the day slips by in this golden haze of laughter and sunlight.We have a BBQ at the lake house. The scent of grilled food fills the air, kids run barefoot through the garden, and music plays just loud enough to make the trees sway with the bass. I sit with May and Mum on one of the giant outdoor sofas, wrapped in a blanket with Aspen at my feet while we watch our family being unapologetically happy.Caden joins in with the water fight. Shirtless. Soaking wet. Stupidly hot.Ailm drools in the back of my mind, whispering things that make my cheeks burn even as I laugh. Cade, his counterpart, growls low and deep like even he’s losing patience. They’re both riding the same wavelength of bond-drunk affection. Restless. Hungry.Soon, I promise. But even I’m getting dizzy with need.We finish the night with a giant movie marathon, all the kids piled into blankets and bodies sprawled everywhere. James falls asleep curled into Dad’s chest. Soph
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Mum had changed everything. The apartment looked nothing like the one we’d grown up in. Black, gold, and white washed through every room like a personal signature—my signature. My favourite colours, woven into the walls, the bedding, the curtains, the artwork. Even the smallest touches, like the gold-tipped handles on the drawers or the black marble detail in the bathroom sink, screamed me. It was stunning, elegant, modern—and warm in a way I hadn’t expected. The sofas were wide and deep and familiar—clearly modeled after the ones at the lake house I’d always curled up in. I instantly imagined Caden and I tangled up on them, a dozen pups in future years climbing all over us. And the bed? Massive. Definitely not just king-sized—it looked like it could hold a pack of wolves and then some. I stood there staring at it for a moment, completely overwhelmed. The sheets were black silk. The duvet was fluffy and soft and probably fi
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When we make it to the room, I collapse onto the sofa, completely drained. Aspen, my giant fluffy white shadow, immediately hops up and flops on top of me like I’m a mattress built just for him. His head lands on my shoulder with a soft huff that makes Caden chuckle beside me. I grin, even as my lungs are crushed under the weight of a one-hundred-pound arctic wolf who thinks he’s a lapdog.I just wrap my arms around his thick fur and hug him, burying my face into his neck as he licks my cheek. He doesn’t leave my side—not even my knee. He seems to know that my body hasn’t caught up with my soul yet, that I still feel cracked open from everything we’ve survived. Aspen is the glue, soft and quiet and ever-present.Dad walks in and just shakes his head like he always does when he sees me tangled in wolf fur. His eyes are tired, but there’s pride there too. He’s never once questioned my bond with the wild wolves. He loves them almost as much as I do. Maybe more now that Aspen’s
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The private plane hums softly around us as we settle into the big leather couches near the back. The lights are dimmed, a movie is playing, but none of us are really watching.We’re just… laying there.Pressed together like anxious puppies who’ve survived a thunderstorm.May is curled up in the middle, still wrapped in her fluffy robe with a pillow behind her back and a giant fleece blanket Mum had shipped in from her “recovery kit.” She’s human again now, but still so pale it makes my heart hurt. Her eyes are rimmed red from exhaustion, but her mouth twitches at the corners every time Ryan spoons another bite of food into her mouth.“I can feed myself,” she grumbles, barely able to keep her eyes open.“Not fast enough,” Ryan says, as if that’s a medical fact.She’s too tired to argue. But she flicks a carrot chunk at his forehead.Caden is on my left, one arm tucked under my legs, the other curled protectively around my shoulders like I might disappear i
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Mark’s men are finally leaving. They’ve searched every room, every inch of the surrounding forest. Cleared traps. Checked windows. Cleansed the space of blood—Jena’s blood. They took her body away on a stretcher, covered in white linen. Something about that simple sheet makes the ache in my chest worse. Like she’s just… a body now. Gone. I stand in the doorway as they say their goodbyes. One of them places a hand on my shoulder gently, respectfully, but I barely hear what he says. My ears are ringing. Caden thanks them quietly. Ryan nods stiffly, arms crossed, his eyes red but dry. He hasn’t said much since Jena was found. None of us have. As the last of Mark’s men disappear into the trees, I finally let myself exhale. Then I hear it—soft paws on hardwood, a faint scrape like nails dragging across the floor. I turn, heart stuttering. May. She limps into view, her brown fur dulled and matted with dried bl
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The house is too quiet now.Even with Caden and Ryan nearby, it feels like the silence has teeth—gnawing at the edges of our minds, reminding us that we almost lost everything. I sit on the floor, curled against the bed, watching May’s still wolf form rise and fall with every weak breath.Ryan hasn’t left her side. He won’t. He’s lying there now, his arms around her as if shielding her from anything else that dares try to take her.Caden hasn’t spoken since we talked to mum.He just… watches us. Me. May. Like if he looks away, it’ll all disappear again.When I finally push myself to stand, my whole body trembles from exhaustion and trauma. “Caden,” I whisper, reaching for his hand.He blinks at me slowly. His eyes are red, his jaw clenched so tightly it must hurt.“You need to get cleaned up,” I say gently. “We both do.”He doesn’t argue. He just nods, silent as he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing at all.By the time we reach the bathro
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