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Chapter Seven - Milo and Kara
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2025-07-06 12:46:03Milo watched her carefully, giving her space to process his words. He saw it then—a tiny, fragile flicker of something other than fear in her guarded eyes. It was more than he had hoped for so soon.
He'd seen the work of cruel Alphas before, but the state Lucian had brought her in—broken, terrified, and on the edge of a forced heat—had stoked a cold fury in him. The Clearwater pack was a blight, a festering wound on their borders, and this woman, Kara, was a direct result of their poison. Her spirit was so heavily shielded, it was a miracle she hadn't shattered completely.
He thought of Lucian's face when he'd carried her in. The King had been controlled, as always, but Milo, who had known him for two centuries, had seen it—a flare of ancient, possessive instinct that he hadn't seen in living memory. This omega was different. She was important.
His job now was to offer her the one thing Kael's pack never would have: a genuine choice.
Milo saw the conflict warring in her eyes and offered her one final, gentle reassurance.
"Kara," he said softly, his gaze steady and kind. "No one here will force you to do anything. Our only goal right now is to help you heal. Once you are well, and after your heat has passed safely, you will have choices. You can choose to stay, or you can choose to leave. We will help you either way. Your life is your own again."
Kara
Your life is your own again.
The words settled over her, a warm blanket extinguishing the last of her icy fear. It was more than she had ever dared to dream of. She looked at this calm, honest man who had shown her nothing but compassion, and for the first time, she truly believed him.
She took a shaky breath, the decision solidifying in her heart. She gave a small, hesitant nod.
"Okay," she whispered, her voice fragile but clear. "Okay. I'll... I'll meet with him. With Lucian."
The sweater Milo had brought her was impossibly soft against her skin. It was a simple gray wool, but after days in the same torn and muddy clothes from her escape, it felt like the finest silk. Every kindness here felt like a test, a well-set snare for a desperate animal. A part of her, the part that Kael had conditioned for years, screamed that this was all a trick, a prelude to some new, unimaginable cruelty.
But another part, a smaller, more fragile part, clung to the memory of Milo’s sad, honest eyes. Your life is your own again.
Bracing herself against the side of the bed, she slowly, painfully, pulled herself into a more dignified sitting position. Her casted leg throbbed with a dull ache, a grim souvenir from her flight. She took a deep breath, the clean, antiseptic air doing little to calm the frantic beating of her heart. She was as ready as she would ever be.
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