“He’s still in love with you,” Asher murmured again as they stepped inside their shared cabin, his voice low, controlled, but edged with something raw.Elena shut the door behind them and turned. “Asher—”“Don’t lie to me, Elena.” His voice wasn’t accusing. It wasn’t even angry. It was… stripped bare. “I saw the way he looked at you. Like he’s just waiting. Waiting for me to mess up. Waiting for you to forget you’re mine.”She blinked. “But I haven’t.”“I know,” he said quickly, running a hand through his hair. “I know you haven’t. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with other men looking at you like you belong to them.”Elena crossed the room slowly, never breaking eye contact. “I don’t belong to him,” she said, her voice quieter now, but firm. “And I’m not going to forget what we’ve built just because someone else is watching from the shadows.”Asher didn’t move, though his body was taut with restrained emotion. His eyes, dark with longing and vulnerability, followed her like she was th
Harris raised both hands, stepping back. “A letter. That’s all. I’m leaving.” He turned to Elena, offering one last nod. “Thanks for listening.”With that, he walked away, quickly disappearing down the path.Jacob watched him go, jaw tight. “You alright?”Elena met his eyes, reading the tension there. “Yeah. I’m fine.”“He didn’t touch you?” His voice was sharper now.“Jacob,” she said calmly, “nothing happened. He just needed to say something. And I listened. That’s all.”Jacob exhaled slowly, visibly trying to reign in his reaction. “You shouldn’t have to listen to him. Not after everything.”She nodded. “I know. But maybe… maybe he’s trying.”He scoffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, trying doesn’t erase what he did.”“No. It doesn’t.”Silence stretched between them for a moment. Then Elena touched his hand, softening.“I get that you want to protect me. But I need to face these pieces of my past in my own way, at my own pace.”Jacob met her gaze. Something in his face
"You’re… not avoiding me?” Harris asked, his voice low, uncertain.Elena froze mid-step, eyes narrowing slightly as she turned to face him. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. But here you are anyway.”He gave a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “I… deserve that.”She glanced down the path toward Margot’s house, lips pressed in a thin line. The early morning breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying the distant sounds of children laughing and wolves training. It should have been a peaceful walk. Now it was anything but.“What do you want, Harris?” Her voice wasn’t cold, but it was cautious.“Just a few minutes,” he said quickly. “I’m not here to pressure you or beg. I just… wanted to talk. Please.”Elena looked him over. His posture was small—shoulders curled in slightly, hands fidgeting. She hated that he seemed so harmless now. Her instinct screamed to keep walking, but something quieter in her heart told her to stay. She exhaled slowly.“Fine. Five minutes. And we sit. Over the
They spent hours outside.Elena helped braid flower crowns with the older kids, taught the younger ones how to tell the difference between wildflowers and weeds, and refereed three heated games of tag. Asher got drafted into building an obstacle course, which somehow involved crawling through branches and pretending to be an evil tree troll.And he loved every second of it.But nothing hit him quite like the moment a quiet girl with big brown eyes tiptoed over to Elena, holding something small and blue in her tiny hands.Elena turned with a soft smile. “Hi, sweetheart. What’s your name?”The girl barely whispered, “Talia.”“Well, Talia, is that for me?” Elena asked gently.The girl nodded and held out the delicate cornflower.“It’s so beautiful,” Elena said, kneeling down. “Thank you.”With careful hands, she tucked the flower behind her ear. “Do I look okay?”Talia nodded, beaming.“You look like a real Luna,” she whispered.Elena’s eyes shimmered.Asher swallowed hard as emotion sur
They undressed each other slowly, deliberately, fingers trailing skin as if mapping a sacred geography. Her laughter bubbled when he whispered something teasing against her neck, and he grinned, pulling back to admire the way her joy made her glow.“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from her face.“Stop staring,” she said, flustered. “You’re making it worse.”“You say that like I’m not going to keep doing it for the rest of our lives.”She didn’t answer that. Instead, she pulled him down to her with a need that wasn’t just passion—it was yearning. The kind of closeness forged from surviving hard truths and coming out stronger.Their movements were tender but electrified, a dance of laughter and whispered confessions, of limbs tangled and breath stolen.Asher moved slowly, kissing the hollow of her throat, his voice husky. “Tell me again.”She blinked up at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “What?”“Tell me you love me.”“I love you,” she whispered instantl
“You’ve got to admit, Asher—this was the first dinner in weeks that didn’t end with someone storming out or awkward silence.”Asher chuckled, hands tucked into his jacket pockets as he and Jacob walked along the stone path leading from the estate. “Well, no one was poisoned either, so I’d call it a win.”Jacob grinned. “Give it time. We still have dessert tomorrow.”“Not if Elena keeps hoarding the almond pastries.”Jacob laughed loudly, his breath forming pale clouds in the night air. “She’s always done that. She used to hide food in her dresser drawers when we were kids. Claimed she was saving it for emergencies.”“She’s kind of perfect like that,” Asher said before he could stop himself, tone low and oddly reverent.Jacob’s smile softened. “You love her.”Asher didn’t respond immediately. The truth hung there, thick and unspoken, until Jacob added gently, “You don’t have to say it. I can see it. We all can.”They slowed their pace as they passed the edge of the woods, where moonlig
“Come on, lazy wolves,” Elena called over her shoulder, arms stacked with empty plates. “Who left all the dishes to us?” Genevieve snorted, bumping her hip against Elena’s as they entered the kitchen together. “Men. Strong enough to fight a pack war, too weak to scrub a pot.” “I heard that!” Jacob’s voice rang faintly from the living room. “We said it loud enough!” Elena called back, laughing as she turned on the tap and started rinsing. Warm water cascaded over her fingers, the rhythm of scrubbing calming in its simplicity. Genevieve handed her a plate one at a time, the two women falling into an easy silence only shared by those comfortable in each other’s presence. “Thanks for dinner,” Elena said quietly. “It was perfect.” Genevieve smiled, handing her the next plate. “You brought the warmth, not me. We’ve missed that around here.” Elena stilled, water rushing under her hands. “I’ve… missed this. Not just tonight. The normalcy. The peace.” “You haven’t had much of that late
“Elena,” Asher’s voice drifted from the front entryway, a low murmur wrapped in warmth and longing.Elena’s head snapped up, her heart reacting before her feet did. She barely registered Jacob’s chuckle behind her as she moved—first a step, then a full sprint across the hardwood floor, propelled not by urgency but by pure instinct.“Asher,” she breathed, her voice catching with emotion as she flung herself into his arms.He caught her effortlessly, arms wrapping tight around her waist, holding her like she might disappear. His head buried in her neck, breath warm against her skin, he murmured, “I felt your laugh from the driveway. Couldn’t stay away.”Elena let out a shaky laugh, gripping the back of his shirt as if grounding herself. “I missed you,” she whispered, the words vulnerable, real.He pulled back just enough to press a kiss to her forehead, then another to her nose, and finally, her lips—slow and searching. “I missed you more.”“You always say that.”“Because it’s always tr
“Aunt Elena, watch me spin! ” Dawn’s voice rang out, filled with pure joy as she twirled in the center of the living room, her laughter echoing off the walls.“You’re going to make yourself dizzy, little star, ” Elena chuckled, her eyes following the blur of the child’s movement.“That’s the point! ” Dawn giggled, stumbling slightly before regaining her balance.Jacob leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, a soft smile playing on his lips. “She gets that from her mother. ”“Hey!” Genevieve called from the kitchen, feigning offense. “I heard that! ”“Just stating facts, love, ” Jacob replied, his grin widening.Elena watched the exchange, warmth blooming in her chest. The room was bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, casting a serene glow over the cozy space. The scent of freshly baked cookies wafted in from the kitchen, mingling with the soft hum of a lullaby playing in the background.Dawn, now slightly out of breath, ran over to Elena, wrapping her small arms aro