บททั้งหมดของ Beneath The Howl: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

EIRA For three days, Eira avoided him. Successfully. Which was a miracle, considering Kael somehow had the supernatural ability to find her even when she hid behind other wolves, ducked into storerooms, or pretended to study soil. But she did it. Because every time she remembered Laura in his office — leaning close, speaking softly, touching his arm — her stomach burned. Sickening jealousy curled in her chest, sharp and humiliating. And the tremors in her hands kept returning. She didn’t want him to see either. So she hid. Kael did not appreciate being avoided. Not one bit. By the third day, pack members kept giving her looks. “Alpha’s not in a good mood,” one whispered. “He’s been looking for you,” another murmured. “He’s… tense,” someone added politely, which she knew meant one growl away from killing someone. Eira pretended she didn’t hear. She spent her evenings in the infirmary, pretending the samples in front of her held her full attention. But

EIRA'S POV Eira loved children. Maybe it was due to the fact that she admired their innocence and their free spirit. She was unsure about many things, but one thing she was certain of was that she wanted children. Whenever she wasn’t working in the laboratory or getting tangled up with Kael, she'd often spend time playing with the children. She, in fact, looked forward to it. She handed the candy that she'd bought for them. "Thank you, healer!" The children echoed in excitement. "You're welcome." She said. It was just candy, and yet, they acted as though she had given them the world. A little girl walked up to her and stretched out a piece of candy. "Here. " She smiled cheerfully, showcasing her gum. "For me?" Eira gasped and took the candy. "Thank you." "You're welcome, Luna." Eira jolted up in surprise at the use of the title. "Luna? I am not the packs, Luna..." She waved her hand awkwardly, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. "You're not? Aren't you Alpha Ka

For a long time, Eira didn’t wake. Warmth cocooned her, unfamiliar yet comforting—arms around her waist, a heavy leg draped over hers, breath brushing her shoulder in slow, steady waves. When awareness finally slipped in, she realized two things at once: 1. She was naked. 2. Kael was wrapped around her like she was the only thing anchoring him to the world. His chest pressed against her back, solid and warm, his hand resting low on her stomach. Even asleep, his thumb moved faintly—like his body was searching for her without thinking. She lay still for a moment, letting herself feel it. The rise and fall of his breathing. The heat of his skin. The steady thrum of his heartbeat against her spine. He felt… calm. She wondered if he ever slept this deeply. If he’d ever allowed himself something as human as rest. Then, his fingers flexed against her waist. He shifted closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck, murmuring something half-formed and tender. Her c