AZALEA’S POVI woke up tangled in Edwin’s arms, my face pressed against his bare chest. The room was dim, just the faint glow of the bedside lamp cutting through the darkness. My confession from last night still hung between us like smoke I couldn’t clear.“I took something,” I whispered, not daring to look up at him yet. “At the hospital. A woman gave me this vial. Lunara. She said it would stop the symptoms.”Edwin’s body went rigid. His hand, which had been stroking my back, stilled. “You took something from a stranger? Without telling me?”His voice was low, dangerous. I finally lifted my head. Those golden eyes were locked on mine, burning with a mix of fury and worry.“I was scared, Clark. The voices, the claws, the dreams… I thought I could fix it myself so I wouldn’t keep burdening you.”He exhaled sharply and sat up, pulling me with him so I straddled his lap. His hands gripped my waist, firm but not painful. “Azalea, you don’t burden me. You’re my mate. Everything that happe
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