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Dane "What if they try to position you two as alternative candidates?" Finley asks, voicing the concern I've been anticipating. "What if the entire strategy is to offer the pack a choice between unstable female leadership and proven Alpha bloodlines?""Then we make it clear that's not a choice we're willing to support," I reply with absolute conviction. "I chose exile from Mountain Ridge rather than accept political maneuvering that didn't serve genuine pack interests. I'm certainly not going to participate in a coup against my own mate.""The same," Liam confirms immediately. "Glass Lake alliance, Alpha bloodline, Beta position—none of it matters compared to what we have together. If the pack can't accept you as Alpha, they don't deserve any of us as leaders."The fierce loyalty in his declaration makes something ease in Finley's expression, reminding her that she's not fighting this battle alone, that our commitment to her is stronger than pack politics or personal ambition."Okay,
DaneI wake to warmth that's been absent for over a week—Finley's body pressed against mine, her breathing deep and peaceful in a way I'd almost forgotten was possible. For the first time since our return from the between-space, she's not tense with guilt or rigid with self-imposed distance. She's simply here, finally allowing herself to accept comfort instead of pushing it away.The bond hums with contentment, her emotional state flowing through our connection with startling clarity. Not completely healed—I can still sense fragile places where grief and doubt linger—but stable in ways that make Summit rumble with satisfaction beneath my skin.On her other side, Liam shifts slightly, his movement careful not to disturb her rest. Through our connection, I feel his matching relief at having her between us again, his quiet amazement that she's finally letting herself accept what we've been trying to give her.But underneath the relief flows something more primal, more urgent—the mate bond
Liam"And how do I tell the difference?" I consider Finley’s question for a minute. "You don't," I say simply, the honesty of it making Storm whine with anxiety. "You can't know for certain that I won't hurt you again, just like I can't guarantee that loving me won't come with costs we haven't anticipated yet. Trust isn't about certainty—it's about choosing to believe despite uncertainty.""That's a lot to ask," she says quietly, though something in her tone suggests she's considering it rather than rejecting it outright."It is," I agree without deflection. "And I know I don't deserve it based on past behavior. But I'm asking anyway, because what we have now—what we've built together, what we discovered in that between-space, what we became through the consciousness merger—that's worth fighting for even when the odds seem impossible."Through our bond, I feel her emotional response to my words—hope warring with fear, love battling with self-protection, the desire to trust competing w
LiamThe sudden shift in our bond hits me like lightning—after days of feeling Finley's walls grow thicker and higher, the connection opens with startling clarity. Not just awareness of her presence, but actual communication, deliberate and warm and achingly familiar.I'm ready. I'm coming home. I'm sorry it took me so long to remember who I am.I'm off the couch and moving toward the door before the message fully registers, Storm surging forward with desperate hope that this isn't just another false alarm, another moment of connection before she disappears behind her barriers again."She's coming," I tell Dane, who's already rising from his position by the window where he's been maintaining his own vigil. "She reached out through the bond. Deliberately. For the first time since—""I felt it," he confirms, relief evident in both his voice and the emotions flowing through our connection. "She's... different. Still fragile, still processing, but different. Stronger somehow."Through the
Finley "What are you talking about?" I ask Rhett, though part of me already understands what he means."Brynlee died to bring you home," he explains with grief-stricken intensity. "She chose to stabilize that collapsing dimensional bridge so you could return to the people who love you, so you could live the life you were meant to live, so you could be happy with your mates.""But she's gone because of that choice," I protest weakly. "She's dead because I needed rescuing.""She's dead because she chose love over safety," he corrects with fierce certainty. "She chose to save people she cared about rather than protect herself. She chose to make her death mean something rather than let dimensional collapse kill everyone in that chamber. “I would have lost her either way, Fin. Everyone would have died if she hadn’t acted, including her. But I would have lost you too. Mom and dad would have lost you. Her choice meant only one mate, one child was lost instead of many. "His words hit me lik
FinleyI sit in the archives long after the pack has settled into evening routines, surrounded by leadership texts I can't focus on and historical records that blur together through the tears I refuse to let fall. Ryleigh's words echo in my head with devastating clarity, each cruel observation mixing with my own guilty thoughts until I can't tell where her manipulation ends and my genuine fears begin.You were nothing special. Just a childhood friend with a convenient bond.The words shouldn't hurt this much—I know Liam has changed, know what we have now is real—but combined with everything else, they feel like proof of what I've been trying to deny. That loving me is dangerous. That I'm not worth the cost. That everyone would be better off if I just... stopped.Through our bond, I feel distant echoes of both Dane and Liam's concern, their growing alarm at how completely I've shut them out. But I can't deal with their love right now, can't handle the weight of their devotion when it fe