MasukSix years ago, Nick Blackwood broke my heart on Christmas morning when he believed a lie that destroyed us both.I disappeared, rebuilt my life, and raised his daughter alone, a secret I swore I’d never reveal.But when she gets sick and only her biological father can save her, I’m forced back into the world I left behind. Back to the charity galas and powerful Alphas. Back to the mate bond I’ve spent six years trying to forget.I wasn’t supposed to see him. He wasn’t supposed to know about her.But fate has other plans.The moment Nick realizes the little girl with his grey eyes is his daughter, everything changes. He doesn’t just want to save her, he wants another chance with me. And he’s not afraid to fight for it.The problem? I’ve spent six years building walls around my heart. I’ve become successful, independent, someone who doesn’t need saving.But the mate bond never died. And being near him again is making me remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.He knows the truth now and he’s been searching for me ever since. He promised he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for the mistake that cost him everything.Now we’re stuck together for the entire holiday season. Daily contact. Moments with Mia. His presence constant in our lives.Can a heart that’s been shattered ever truly heal? Or will this period bring us the second chance we’ve both been waiting for?Can I trust him with my heart again?
Lihat lebih banyakEMILYChristmas morning, a year later, my kitchen is so loud that I can barely hear the coffee machine.Derek is arguing with Marcus about whether cinnamon belongs in pancake batter. Sage is on the floor with Mia, building something out of wrapping paper and tape that she swears is a castle. Cole sits at the table reading the paper and pretending he isn’t watching her. Celeste has taken over the good armchair and is knitting a scarf so long that it trails across the rug.There’s a vase of purple flowers on the windowsill. Somebody brought roses once, back in the spring, and Mia told them very politely that roses are lazy.Mason stands on his chair beside the stove, directing.“Two blueberries,” he says. “Two, Dad. That one only has one.”“It’s winking,” Nick says.“Pancakes don’t wink.”“This one does.”Mason sighs as if he’s been working with amateurs his whole life.He isn’t wearing his jacket. It’s hanging on the back of his chair, unbuttoned. He took it off an hour ago to open his
EMILY“Emily Hale,” Nick says from my kitchen floor, “I’ve loved you since you were eighteen and covered in snow. I lost you because I was stupid, and I found you because our daughter looked at me across a ballroom. You forgot me, and you chose me anyway. I don’t deserve that. I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to.”My hands are over my mouth.“Will you marry me?”I lower my hands. I look at the pancake on the floor beside his knee.“You ruined a perfectly good pancake,” I say.Mason makes a strangled sound.“I’ll make another,” Nick says.“It had a smile. Mason worked very hard on that smile.”“It was crooked,” Mason says.“Emily,” Nick says.“Yes,” I say. “Obviously. Yes. Get up off my floor.”He gets up so fast that he nearly slips on the pancake, and then he has me, arms around my waist and my feet off the ground, and I’m laughing into his neck and my side hurts and I don’t care at all. Derek is whooping. Sage is crying. Marcus has blueberries in his mouth and is clappi
EMILYMason counts everyone twice.He stands in the middle of my living room with his jacket buttoned to his chin and his finger held out, and he points at each of us in turn, lips moving. Me. Nick. Derek on the couch with his cane. Marcus beside him with a bowl of chips. Sage in a yellow cardigan, cross-legged on the rug. Cole by the window with his arm in a fresh sling. Mia, hanging off my leg.“Eight,” he says.Then he starts over from the beginning.“Eight,” he says again, and his shoulders drop, and he walks straight into Nick’s stomach and stays there.Nick puts a hand on the back of his head. With his other hand, Mason reaches up, finds Nick’s wrist, and presses two fingers against it.“Seventy-two?” Nick asks.Mason counts. It takes a while.“Ninety,” he says. “That’s too fast. You need to sit down.”“I’ll sit down,” Nick says, and his voice is thick.Mia hasn’t let go of me since we walked through the door. She has one arm around my leg and the stopwatch in her other hand, an
EMILYThe first thing that comes back is the snow.I’m eighteen, and it’s Christmas Eve, and the snow is falling so thickly on the road to the cabin that I can barely see the trees. Nick is holding my hand inside his coat pocket. His fingers are warm and mine are frozen, and he keeps rubbing his thumb over my knuckles to warm them.“You’re going to lose a finger,” he says.“Then you’ll have to love me with nine.”“I’d love you with none.”I laugh, and my breath comes out white, and he looks at me as if I’m the only thing in the whole forest.It doesn’t hit me all at once. That’s the strange part. At the park, when I touched the pendant, everything came crashing in at the same time and it was only the worst of it, the floor and the voice and the crawling, and it nearly drowned me. This is different. This comes slowly, one piece after another, in order, as if someone is handing me photographs and waiting for me to look at each one before passing me the next.The cabin door sticks in the
Nick and I stare at each other across the hallway. “We’ll use Alexander’s bond,” I say before Nick can speak. Dr. Harrison’s expression shifts to concern. “Ms. Winters, I need to be very clear about the risks—” “I understand the risks. Alexander will bond with her.” “Emily—” Nick starts.
My whole body tenses. “Stay away from her.” “How old is she?” I don’t answer. “How old, Emily?” “Six.” I watch him do the math. Six years. Six years since that Christmas morning. Six years since he destroyed me, and I left with his child growing inside me. His face goes pale. His hand
The doctor's offices smells like antiseptic and false hope. I'm sitting in one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs, holding Mia's hand while Dr. Chen reviews her test results. Again. Like looking at them one more time will change what they say. Mia is six years old. She has my dark curls an
I wake up to sunlight burning through my eyelids. My head is pounding like someone’s taking a hammer to the inside of my skull, and my mouth tastes like something crawled inside and died. My body feels heavy and wrong, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. When I force my eyes open, everythin












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