Semua Bab Fate Or Mates: Bab 141 - Bab 146

ANGELA’S POVJames came in with a tablet and a steaming mug. The coffee smelled rich and dark, exactly how I liked it. His eyes, usually so sharp and full of jokes, were careful as they looked at me. They moved to the torque around my throat, and I saw a faint, approving smile touch his lips.“Morning, Luna. You look… prepared.” He set the mug down on the dresser and handed me the tablet. “Top file is the patrol summary. All quiet, but they caught a strange scent near the old mill. It was faded, probably just a passing loner. The Beta’s crew noted it for extra sweeps. Second file is the agenda for your meeting with the she-wolves. Martha added some notes about the budget for the spring feast. She can be particular about the meat supplier, just so you know.”I took the tablet. The warmth from the mug seeped into my other hand. “Thank you, James. Is there anything else?”He hesitated. I could see him weighing the situation, the Beta in him deciding what to share. “A few of the elders’ m

ANGELA’S POVI was back in my own small study. Aaron had insisted I take this room, with its books and its surprisingly comfortable old armchair. Sunlight poured in. I opened the file on the spring dances, and Martha’s notes were, as predicted, exhaustive.It wasn’t just the steps. It was the meaning behind them. The Hunter’s Circle mimicked a wolf pack corralling prey, a dance of unity and strategy. The Moon-Greeting was slower, more reverent, performed under the first evening star.I tried to visualize the steps, but my mind kept drifting. Back to the sunroom. To Gwen’s question, and the way the whole table had held its breath. I hadn’t just given a good answer.I had felt the rightness of it, deep down in my marrow. It was a new kind of strength. It didn’t come from baring teeth or pushing back. It came from standing firm in the center of a storm and simply naming it calm.A soft knock interrupted me. It was Elara, shifting from foot to foot in the doorway with a basket over her ar

ANGELA’S POVThe water finally began to cool, and we stepped out, wrapped in thick towels and each other’s arms. Aaron’s hands lingered as he dried me, tracing lazy patterns across my skin like he was memorizing me all over again. The bond was quiet now, a steady, sated warmth that made the whole world feel softer around the edges.He pressed one last kiss to my forehead. “I have an early training session with the warriors,” he said, and I could hear the reluctance threading through his voice. “But I’ll find you after.”I smiled, touching his jaw. “Go lead, Alpha. I’ll be waiting.”He left with a look that promised we weren’t nearly finished, and I dressed slowly. Soft leggings, an oversized sweater that still carried his scent from the day before. Pulling my hair up in a messy bun, I made my way downstairs.The pack house was already alive in that particular early morning way. Purposeful, layered, every wolf moving with a quiet efficiency. The heart of it was the kitchen. Martha stoo