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Chapter 11 : Secrets by Moonlight
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The kitchen smelled of honey, lavender, and the faintest trace of cinnamon as Gwen helped Simon and Sophie rummage through the cupboards for “tea party supplies.”“Do you think Uncle Arthur will like chamomile?” Gwen asked, holding up a small tin.Simon wrinkled his nose. “He says tea is for cubs and old bears.”“Then we’ll change his mind,” Gwen said with mock determination.Sophie stood on a stool beside her, stirring a bowl of honey with both hands. Most of it ended up on the counter… and her dress. “Can we have cookies too? Tea parties need cookies.”“Of course,” Gwen said, smiling. “We’ll make the best cookies in the Bearanstein house.”By the time they were done, the kitchen looked like a small tornado had passed through. Flour dusted the counters, honey dripped from a wooden spoon, and Ben had somehow gotten jam on his nose. Gwen’s cheeks hurt from smiling so much.When everything was ready — the tray of teacups, tiny plates stacked with cookies, and a pot of sweet, watered-dow
The Bearanstein Legacy Chapter 11 : Secrets by Moonlight
That made no sense! The estate’s grounds were fenced; the family had mentioned that wildlife rarely came close to the house. Heart hammering, she slipped on her shoes and went downstairs. The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. As she crossed the veranda, her eyes caught something near one of the shrubs—a torn scrap of fabric fluttering lightly against a branch. She crouched, frowning. It was pale gray, frayed at the edges, faintly familiar. She ran her thumb along it, and her pulse skipped. It looked like the same fabric Arthur’s shirts were made of.“Miss Grace?”Gwen startled, nearly dropping the scrap. Beth stood a few yards away, holding a basket of laundry, her expression open but watchful.“You’re up early,” Beth said lightly. “Couldn’t sleep?”“Something like that,” Gwen replied, tucking the fabric into her pocket without thinking. “I thought I saw—well, animal tracks.”Beth’s eyes flicked toward the woods, and for just a second, somethi
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The air cooled after sundown. From her window, Gwen watched the forest shift from green to blue to shadow-black. The manor had quieted for the night—children tucked in, dinner dishes cleared, soft laughter echoing faintly down distant halls. But sleep refused to come. She’d tried reading, she’d tried tea, yet Mr. Bearanstein’s words looped through her head. Little gold one. The Alpha’s mate. Each time she closed her eyes, she saw that flash of amber light in his gaze and felt again the weight of his hand clutching hers. Finally, she gave up and slipped into her sweater, stepping out onto the veranda. The night was cool but gentle, the kind that hummed with life. Crickets sang in the grass, and somewhere far off, an owl called. The nearly full moon hung low , spilling silver over the trees. Gwen leaned against the railing, breathing deeply, trying to quiet the unease twisting in her chest. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.” She jumped, heart lurching, and turned to see Arthur st
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The manor was quieter in the afternoon. Sunlight slanted through the long hallways, dust motes swirling in lazy spirals as Gwen carried the tray upstairs. The scent of mint and chamomile drifted ahead of her, soothing and warm.Mr. Bearanstein’s room was still and dim when she entered, curtains drawn halfway to soften the light. He sat near the window, wrapped in a thick shawl, his eyes half-closed but not quite asleep.“Good afternoon, Mr. B,” Gwen said gently. “I brought you something new to try.”He didn’t respond right away. That was normal; he drifted between awareness and silence like the tide. She set the tray down on the small table beside him and began to arrange the pillows so he could sit comfortably.When she helped him lift the cup, his fingers brushed hers—cool, frail, but startlingly strong for an instant. His gaze sharpened, and a faint murmur slipped from his lips.“Little… gold one,” he said, voice rough with age.Gwen froze. “Sir?”His
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The walk back to the manor was… awkward.Every few minutes, one of them would start to speak — only to stop when the other did, leaving a tangle of unfinished words between them.“So—”“I—”Both fell silent again, exchanging small, embarrassed smiles before continuing on.The forest that had felt so alive moments ago now seemed to hold its breath. Gwen could feel Arthur’s nearness like a pulse in the air — the warmth of him, the quiet power that made her both uneasy and inexplicably safe.When the house came into view, she exhaled. “Thank you for walking me back,” she said softly.Arthur nodded once. “Just… be careful”His tone wasn’t unkind, but it carried that edge of authority she’d noticed before — something commanding, almost instinctive. And the way his gaze lingered made her skin tingle in ways she couldn’t quite name.Before she could find a response, he motioned toward the kitchen. “Lila’s inside. She’ll make sure you have what you need.”Then he was gone, his heavy footsteps
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The afternoon sun shimmered through the treetops, painting the forest in gold and green. Gwen breathed deeply, savoring the cool air as she guided Mr. Bearanstein along the garden path. His steps were slow but steady, and for the first time since she’d arrived, he seemed almost… peaceful.They paused beside the fountain, and Gwen pointed toward the edge of the woods. “See that patch of wild mint?” she said softly. “I think I’ll pick some later. It makes a wonderful tea for focus and clarity.”The old man’s gaze followed hers. For a moment, his eyes glinted faintly — that strange golden hue again — and he nodded once, like he understood something she hadn’t said.When she returned him to his room and settled him in with his favorite blanket, Gwen couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d somehow approved of her plan. So, she grabbed a small basket from the kitchen and headed for the woods.The forest welcomed her with birdsong and the soft rustle of leaves. Sunlight dappled the ground benea
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