(Freya's POV)Marcus Cross did not press to stay another night, having already spent the previous evening at my home. Before leaving, he informed me with gentle certainty, "I'll bring breakfast and pick you up tomorrow morning."I paused, considering his offer. Then I nodded my agreement.Marcus's eyes lit up with gratitude. He reached out and playfully ruffled my hair, his touch warm and affectionate."I'm happy you're not immediately refusing my help anymore," he said, his voice carrying hope. "That's progress."I could see the joy in his expression. Something had shifted between us, and he was clearly encouraged by my newfound willingness to accept his care.But I sensed he had more to say. Marcus seemed to be gathering courage for something important."Freya," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "I need to tell you something I've wanted to say for a long time."I looked at him curiously, my wolf Bella stirring with attention."Even back in the European terri
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