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Her silence hurts

مؤلف: Asheeda max
last update آخر تحديث: 2025-11-21 23:37:19

Kael's pov

“Why me?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it, low and steady, but it felt like it scraped out of a place in my chest that hadn’t healed right. Maia didn’t answer.

She stood in the quiet street with rain gathering on her lashes, her shoulders tight, the night pressing around us like it was waiting for something to break. She didn’t look afraid of me. She looked afraid of the truth.

When she finally spoke, her voice was almost steady. “Because he thinks taking you breaks me.”

The words landed hard. I stepped closer, not enough to crowd her, but enough that she had to tilt her chin a fraction to keep her gaze on mine. “No,” I said quietly. “You don’t get to decide what breaks you.”

She let out a small, bitter sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “Someone already did.”

I lifted my hand without thinking and paused a breath from her cheek. She noticed. Her eyes flicked to my fingers, then back to mine. No fear. Just a kind of careful hesitation that made my wolf shift un
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