LOGINI press my hand to my chest, trying to steady the sudden, spiralling unease. Leo watches me carefully.“You want to tell me what you saw?” he asks.I hesitate because I don’t know what to say, or worse… I’m not sure if I want to know. I drag in a slow breath, then another, forcing my lungs to cooper
** Poppy’s POV ** I don’t remember falling asleep. One second, I’m wrapped in Leo’s arms, warm and steady, the bond humming softly between us like a quiet reassurance, and the next, I’m cold.The shift is instant and violent. The warmth is gone, ripped away so suddenly it steals the breath from my
“She chose this,” I remind myself quietly.My wolf huffs in agreement, and that matters more than anything.I tilt my head slightly, pressing my lips briefly to the top of her hair, the gesture softer than anything I’ve allowed myself before.I have to be careful with her. Even now. Especially now.
** Leo’s POV **For a moment, I can’t move. Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t trust myself to.The bond settles slowly, like something ancient weaving itself into place, threading through my chest, my lungs, my bones. It’s steady, deep, and unshakable.Her… She’s there. Not just besid
The awe-filled look in his eyes and conviction in his voice make me believe him. I think this man could make me feel sexy in one of those god-awful giant hot dog costumes. Feeling extra confident now, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, letting it fall away. Leo sucks in a breath, his eyes flashi
** Poppy’s POV **Leo’s mouth crashes back against mine, and this time there’s nothing restrained about it. No hesitation, no careful distance, just heat.His hand slides from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as he deepens the kiss, pulling me fully against him. I gasp soft
I can’t speak. My mouth is dry, my brain short-circuited by the images Callen’s words just painted across the inside of my skull. I should be furious with him. Embarrassed and offended. But I’m not. I’m burning. Heat runs down my spine, blooming between my legs, pulsing with every erratic beat o
** Paige’s POV ** “I like it here, mummy,” Jax murmurs, smiling up at me with sleepy eyes as I gently stroke his hair. I return his smile, but I don’t respond. I’ve learned that this is his moment, these quiet few minutes just before sleep, when his thoughts tumble out. If I say too much,
“We’ll figure this out,” I whisper. “Together.” He nods against me, silent and shaking. “How do I even start? How do I fix the damage I’ve already done?” I don’t answer right away. I just hold him while he falls apart. The morning light creeps over us, finally sharing its warmth like it knew
His eyes flick away, jaw tightening. “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” I demand. “Because if you’re going to tell me to go and leave my son behind again, it’s never going to happen. There is nothing that would ever make me leave him.” He doesn’t speak, and that silence makes me a







