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~DIMITRI~I have spent my entire life mastering control.Control over my strength.Control over my temper.Control over the part of me that destroys what it touches.Choosing Scarlett means surrendering a piece of that control.And I do it anyway.I don’t hide her anymore.Not from the press.Not from the board.Not from Alexander.When I walk into my company with her hand in mine, the room stills. Conversations die mid-sentence. Phones pause halfway to ears. I feel their shock ripple outward like a disturbed surface.Good.Let them see.Scarlett moves beside me like she belongs there, not clinging, not hesitant. Her chin is lifted, eyes curious rather than intimidated. I admire her courage more than I should.My assistant stares openly. “Sir…?”“Clear my schedule,” I say. “All of it.”She nods, scrambling.I lead Scarlett into my private office and close the door behind us, sealing us into quiet.“You didn’t warn me,” she says softly.“I didn’t want to give you time to second-guess,”

~DIMITRI~Happiness has a sound.It’s soft. Almost imperceptible. Like breathing beside you in the dark.And because it’s so quiet, you don’t notice when it starts to drown out your instincts.Scarlett hums under her breath as she moves around my kitchen, barefoot, hair loose down her back. She’s wearing one of my shirts again, too big, sleeves rolled up, collar slipping off one shoulder. The sight of her like this does something dangerous to me.It makes me imagine permanence.I watch her from the doorway, coffee cooling in my hand, and for a brief, treacherous moment, I allow myself to think: This could be my life.Not power.Not dominance.Not survival.Just this.She turns and catches me staring. “What?”“Nothing,” I reply, though it’s a lie. “You’re just… here.”She smiles softly. “I like being here.”The words land deeper than she knows.So I do what I’ve always done when something matters too much, I compartmentalize. I tuck the fear away and focus on what I can control.I walk

~ALEXANDER~I hear it whispered everywhere.In the careful looks Brian gives me.In the tight silence Isabella wraps around herself.In the way people speak Dimitri’s name as if it already belongs beside hers.Step aside.Give her space.Let her choose.Let her go.No.I have lost her once.I will not lose her again by pretending restraint is the same thing as love.Scarlett doesn’t remember what binds us. That is the cruelest irony of all because the bond is still there, humming beneath my skin, pulling me toward her with a force that no amount of distance can weaken.Mate.She may not feel it.Her wolf does.And so do I.People mistake my refusal to leave as obsession. They don’t understand that I am not chasing a ghost, I am standing my ground against fate itself.I don’t want to cage Scarlett.I want her to choose me.And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that choice remains possible.Her wolf despises me.That much is clear.She doesn’t snarl or lash out anymore, but I fee

~DIMITRI~I watched her from across the room, silently measuring the light that fell across her hair, the way her fingers moved over the training mat as she sparred with Cleo. Every precise strike, every controlled pivot, told me more about her than words ever could. Scarlett was growing into herself, stronger, smarter, more confident and part of me wanted to just freeze time and live in this perfect moment forever.But I couldn’t. Not with Alexander lurking like a storm cloud, not with the subtle tension that hung over us like a thin veil, threatening to tear apart everything we were building.I let out a low breath, reminding myself: patience was still required. I wasn’t going to scare her. I wasn’t going to rush her. That was the promise I had made. That was the reason she was letting me stay close.And yet… the pull in my chest told me otherwise. Every time Alexander’s presence loomed, whether real or imagined, my pulse tightened. My instincts screamed at me, my wolf beneath my sk

~ALEXANDER~ Patience is a discipline. I’ve mastered battle strategies, corporate takeovers, pack politics but patience? That’s always been the blade that cuts me deepest. Scarlett laughs from across the street, her head tilted slightly as she listens to something Dimitri says. The sound carries farther than it should. Or maybe I’m just listening too hard. I don’t step forward. I don’t interrupt. I promised myself I wouldn’t. But every instinct in my body is screaming that I’m losing her. Not violently. Not suddenly. But gently. And that’s worse. She didn’t reject me with anger. She didn’t push me away with cruelty. She simply asked me to let her live. To let her breathe. I told her I would. What I didn’t tell her was how much that promise was costing me. “She's chosen him.” Brian’s voice is calm, but there’s an edge beneath it. He stands beside me, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he watches the same scene I am. “She hasn’t chosen anyone,” I say quietly. Brian exhales. “A