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Holly HUGGED me. Holly hugged ME! Not only that, but she also apologized to me for what she said in a nightmare. We had been having the same nightmare all week from different perspectives. It made sense now why the room was unfamiliar, yet the dress was. For her, she was reliving her final moments in her home with Nigel, trying to capture a moment that never could be. Meanwhile, for me, it was a fantasy of being able to kiss and touch her till she freaked out, and it became all my insecurities thrown at me. As much as I’d have loved to stay on the sofa with Holly in my arms, we had more important matters. We couldn’t leave Samuel alone in a hotel room. I didn’t care how mature he was; it wasn’t safe and certainly not legal for him to be alone like that. This wasn’t as simple as she went downstairs or to a vending machine on their floor. Kira had more than left the Hotel property to see me. As flattering as it may be that Holly’s wolf wants me, I need Holly to want me and not at the r

From the text messages of Tristan Whitland, aka Farm Boy, and Samuel Boland, aka Mr. Serious- Mr. Serious: Farm Boy. Are you awake? Farm Boy: Barely. What’s up? Did something happen? Mr. Serious: Your dad. My mom. Kira took over last night. Farm Boy: Wait. WHAT? Details. Now. Mr. Serious: Just what I said. Kira took control of my mom while she was asleep. Kira wanted/needed to see your dad. So I helped her get out of the room. Farm Boy: I’m screaming. Please tell me there’s more. Mr. Serious: I don’t know what happened at your house between them, but your dad brought my mom back to the hotel, and she was Freaked out about my safety because I was “alone in the hotel.” Farm Boy: Aw, poor Mr. Serious was left alone. 😂 So what happened? Mr. Serious: I convinced her to let him stay here. I could not let them make it awkward and send him off. Farm Boy: You’re a hero. Let me guess: she gave him the floor? Mr. Serious: Nope. I forced them to share her bed. Farm Boy: 🤣🤣🤣 STOP

I had to hand it to our boys. They had played us, more so Holly, perfectly. I couldn’t complain about their plans. I was one hundred percent behind Samuel and Tristan working together to get Holly and me together. It was honestly the best outcome for our situation. We could’ve had an issue with our boys being against us being together. It would have been impossible to be with Holly if her son was against it. Mate bond be damned, Holly wouldn’t have entertained my existence if her son said he didn’t like me. I had never had to herd cattle, but I liked it. I liked it even more that I was working alongside Holly. It felt right. Any time I was with Holly, it felt right. But this was up there. Working together on the farm… it felt like where we were supposed to be. I had always felt at home on a ranch riding a horse, with my dream of having a rodeo that included working with other animals like bulls—not the complacent kind like the Boland herd—but still, being there felt like fate. While

I was flabbergasted by what happened in the pasture. I knew the conversation would be heavy, but I hadn’t expected Holly to break down crying. It was a deeply emotional subject, and I told her I love her this soon to reassure her that her inability to have children doesn’t change my feelings. I’ve waited years to be with her, and we already have two boys who are more than enough for me. While the thought of having a child together was interesting, it’s not crucial to our future. It was always about us and our boys when I imagined what lay ahead. I didn’t expect her to respond or say she loved me—my heart might’ve stopped! What shocked me most was that after that emotional moment, it was Holly who kissed me first. Let me repeat that for the people speed reading. Holly Boland KISSED ME! HOLLY BOLAND KISSED ME, ALEX WHITLAND! Let that sink in. I know it’s still sinking in for me, and we’re already back at the barn, about to sit down and enjoy the lunch my mom packed us. I’d played

Tristan practically vibrated with excitement in the passenger seat, his smirk stretching wider by the second. I braced myself. “So,” he started, dragging out the word. “You and Holly, huh?” I kept my eyes on the road. “What about me and Holly?” He scoffed. “Oh, come on, Dad. Samuel and I totally set you two up. And might I add—Operation Parent Trap: Werewolf Edition was a huge success.” I shook my head. “That’s what you’re calling it?” “Yup. And it worked. You walked away with a date. A real, actual date. On Friday. That’s four days from now, in case you forgot.” I smirked. “I can count, thanks.” Tristan leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself. “So… you love her.” I sighed. “I always loved Holly.” His smirk deepened. “Then you know what comes next.” I frowned. “What are you getting at?” “The new moon,” he cut in as if I was a slow student missing an easy answer. “That’s when you and Holly are supposed to complete your bond.” I gripped the steering wheel a little t