เข้าสู่ระบบThank you for reading! Only single update today. Work has been busy and I haven't had time to edit as much as I hoped. Long holiday weekend though so will be back to double updates tomorrow.
Skye Benji is finally asleep. It took forty minutes of walking, twenty minutes of feeding, and one complete circuit of every room in the east wing before he gave up and I’m exhausted. I put him down so carefully it felt like defusing a bomb. He didn't wake up. Small mercies.I'm sitting in the nursing chair in the dim nursery now, not moving, because moving feels dangerous, and once again, I find myself thinking about the bond.Not because something triggered it. Just because it's always there, underneath everything—the low hum I've been carrying for over three years. In the quiet of predawn, when everything else is still, I can feel it clearly.The thread to Jaxon. Still there. And what unsettles me most, sitting here in the dark with my sleeping son, is that lately I've stopped being sure I know what it means.It starts with small things I've been dismissing. The 2 AM kitchen moments. How natural it is—Jaxon making tea without asking, the particular ease of two people sitting with
Jaxon I’m out for a run, hoping Skye and Nicolai will have finished breakfast and moved on with their day by the time I return, when Noah calls to check in.He does this regularly—the check-in call, the one that is technically about Ironwood logistics but is actually about making sure I'm still okay. He's been doing it my entire adult life, like fate appointed him my big brother when I lost my own. I've been failing to fool him for equally as long."Something happened," he says, about four minutes into the call."Nothing I want to talk about." I state firmly, a warning to drop the subject. As usual, he ignores me completely. "Jax.""She's happy, Noah." I say it the way I might say it's raining. Weather report. Flat and true and with no emotion. "Really happy. In ways I never—" I stop."I know," Noah says. Gives me time. Doesn't push. "I've known for a while. But so have you, Jax. So what’s changed?""I didn't know it could look like that." I'm seeing her face in the throes of ecstas
Jaxon I went to Nicolai's office a few days ago to ask him something. I don't remember now what it was. Something unimportant—something about Benji's schedule, maybe, or a question about the estate's arrangement for the week. Something that required a thirty-second conversation and I had nothing better to do so I chose that moment to seek him out.I’d give anything to have that moment back now, to make a different decision. To find something else to do. I heard sounds before I arrived but didn’t fully register them, just assumed it meant he was there. I walked the last few feet to his door and stopped cold. The door wasn't fully shut, leaving a crack wide enough to see into the room clearly. I wish I could unsee what I saw. I haven't been able to stop seeing it since.I should have stepped back immediately. I know that. Knew it within the first second, the way you know something before your mind has fully caught up to your body's understanding of a situation. But my wolf reacted.No
SkyeJust when I think I’ve seen all sides of the man that is Nicolai Woolf, he’ll show me another part of himself no one but me gets to see. Tonight, for example, he made love to me for hours. Not urgent—not the over-the-desk version, not the I need you right now and the door can take care of itself version. The unhurried kind. The kind that leaves me feeling utterly and thoroughly worshipped.Afterward, lying in the dark with his arms around me, I feel something warm dripping down my cheek. A drop lands on his chest and I feel the moment he registers it.“Why are you crying?” He growls, his arms tightening around me and his heart beating faster, like he’s suddenly on high alert, ready to slay whatever evil has dared upset me. "I didn't know it could be like this." I say on a choked sob. Then, “embarrassed I’m actually crying after sex, “Can we just pretend I’m not crying? It must be the post-pregnancy hormones still fluctuating.”He sits up against the headboard, pulling me with him
SkyeI used to think desire was something other people had. Not that I lacked it entirely—I understood it in theory, had felt versions of it at various points. But the particular kind I'd read about in the novels I'd been consuming since I was a teenager, the kind that lives in the body and doesn't require coaxing or telling yourself that this is fine, this is enough—I had filed that away. Not with grief, exactly. More with the pragmatism of someone who's learned to want what's available.I had not expected to ever feel the kind of desire you read about in romance novels. I had not expected Nicolai. Case in point: earlier today, in his office.I'd gone in to ask him something—I can't remember now what it was. Something mundane. And what happened instead was that I ended up with my back against the wall and then on his desk, and his voice in my ear was low and filthy in the specific way he is when he's past controlling anything, and we were—I lose the thread of what I was about to th
NicolaiAlone in my office is where I do my best thinking. I should be working. But more and more, the work doesn’t hold my attention the way it used to. Today, I find myself thinking about when I first wanted Skye. Not recently. It was much further back than that.We knew each other as children—our fathers' alliance brought our families together at gatherings I mostly remember as tedious. Skye was twelve. I was fifteen. She was entirely unimpressed with me, which I found startling at the time, because most people at that age had already learned to perform deference around the Woolf heir.She hadn't gotten the memo."You're not as interesting as everyone says," she told me once, with the devastating honesty of a twelve-year-old. "You just stand there looking serious."I'd been startled. Then, within a year, I found it funny, the way she never fed my ego or sugar-coated things for me. Then, years later, she became something else entirely—the girl who saw past whatever performance I'd a
NicolaiThe text comes through while I'm in a meeting with the eastern territory representatives.I ignore it at first—checking my phone during negotiations would shatter my stone cold façade, an illusion a man in my position cannot afford to break. But something makes me glance down when the repres
SkyeDr. Lukas pulls out her medical kit, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my arm with practiced efficiency."Have you been sleeping well?" she asks."Not particularly.""Eating?""When I can."The cuff tightens, releases. Dr. Lukas frowns at the reading. "Your blood pressure is elevated. Not
SkyeI wake to my phone glowing in the darkness.It’s open to the text from Nicolai, timestamped from last night, like a beacon guiding me toward the path I’ve chosen. Tomorrow. Noon. The clearing where the east road meets the forest trail. Come alone.Tomorrow is now today. He wants to meet today.
JaxonI'm walking through the main hall that afternoon when I hear Cassandra's voice from the top of the stairs."Liam, careful with those—oh!"I look up just in time to see her trip over something—the edge of the carpet, maybe, or her own feet. The basket of laundry she's carrying goes flying as sh







