LOGINLeander POVThe room was quiet now. The storm has spent. The truth lay bare between us like a bridge finally crossed. Avelin’s story of our son, of Shen’s humming, his hands, the three years of mornings I’d missed, had carved a new chamber in my heart, one that ached with a fierce, possessive love.He fell silent, his head resting against my shoulder. I could feel the dampness of his lashes against my skin. The bond mark at the base of my neck was a steady, warm pulse, no longer a phantom limb but a live wire connecting me to him. The recognition was complete. I was Shen Ross or Leander Voss, and I was the man who had loved Avelin on a windswept pier. They were the same person. The relief of that truth was a physical uncoiling in my chest.I shifted, turning so I could see his face in the dim, pre-dawn light filtering through the window. I cradled his jaw, my thumb stroking over the high curve of his cheekbone. “Avelin.”He opened his eyes. They were deep, liquid pools holding galaxie
Avelin POVThe morning came quietly after the storm. Outside the resort windows, the mountain looked clean, with silver mist hanging between the trees. The pale sunlight shone over the pine forest. Everything felt softer and calmer today, like the world had taken a breath.For a moment, I forgot where I was. Then I remembered everything. The storm. The fragments. Leander falling to his knees. I remembered it all. Pain stabbed through my chest.I sat up quickly on the sofa, and the blanket slipped into my lap. My pulse was racing. My hands were shaking.Leander remembered. Not just instincts, but everything.Three years of grief, waiting, and surviving felt like they were cracking open inside me. I thought I might fall apart.The chair near the window creaked softly. I looked up. Leander was already awake. He sat facing the mountain with one arm resting against the chair beside him. The morning light touched his face. He was wearing a dark sweater and loose trousers. His damp hair from
Leander POV“You are safe."The storm raged outside. Rain pounded the windows while thunder rolled through the valleys beneath the resort. Avelin stood in front of me, his eyes shining with fear and fragile hope that looked ready to break with one wrong word.“I have got you," he whispered shakily.The wall shattered. Everything hit me at once.Three years of memories came crashing back so violently that it nearly knocked me to the floor. Rain, mud, and pain blurred together before the memory of the clinic hit me fully.Oh God. I saw the clinic clearly now, dim yellow lights glowing over blood soaking through my shirt, while antiseptic mixed with stormwater, and someone pressed hard against the wound in my side. It was Avelin, young and terrified, refusing to let go of me. “Stay with me," he pleaded desperately while my vision faded in and out. “Please stay awake."I remembered the warmth of his hands and the softness in his voice. He stayed beside a dying stranger because he could
Leander POVThe storm hit after midnight.Rain hit the mountain resort so hard that the windows shook. Thunder boomed through the valleys like something huge waking beneath the earth. The lights flickered once, twice, before staying steady.Most of the resort had gone quiet hours ago. Employees were asleep behind doors after long days of workshops and getting tired from being in the mountains.I was still awake. Of course I was. Sleep has become unsafe lately. Every time I closed my eyes, something tried to come.I stood by the window watching rain hit the glass hard as lightning flashed against the mountains. The pressure behind my eyes had been building all evening. Not pain, more like heavy, gathering weather. The bond mark beneath my neck burned steadily under my skin. It was warm. It was like it was pulling me. Restless. Always toward him.Thunder cracked overhead, sharp and sudden.Then another piece hit…Rain on cobblestones, blood, and hands gripping my face while a voice said
Avelin POVThe ballroom looked like a dream at night. The warm lights shining off the wood floors were really pretty, snow falling gently outside the windows that looked out at the mountains, and the music playing softly, quiet and close, the kind that made people feel happy and relaxed without them even realizing it.The resort called this an evening social. Renlo called it "people getting emotional at work with food." He was not totally wrong.The employees stood around in groups with drinks in their hands, laughing more easily than they would have in the city. The mountains were changing them. Being away was changing them. What was happening between Leander and me, the mountains had made that feel real too.I was sitting near the edge of the ballroom with a drink I wasn't really drinking while Renlo told two accountants stories about workplace disasters."You are getting upset," he said casually, swirling his wine."I am just sitting here quietly," I replied."You are staring at th
Leander POVBy mid-morning, I realized I was losing control of my mind. Not publicly, no one but Elias would notice. But inside, everything felt unstable.The workshops went on in the resort's conference center, snow drifting softly beyond the huge windows overlooking the mountains. Department heads rotated through presentations, and teams discussed quarterly strategies and operations. Typical corporate stuff. Safe. Usually.Today, every sound threatened to tear something open inside me, a word, a smell, a tone of voice. Fragments slipped through unexpectedly. Cold mud beneath my hands. Pain. Someone pressing fabric hard against a wound, shouting for me to stay awake. Then gone.I stood at the front explaining regional expansion metrics while twenty managers took notes around the table, my voice level and my posture easy, every inch of me performing the version of myself the room expected to see. "The western division restructuring should improve logistics by about fourteen percent n







