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Evelyn’s POVI sat there gripping the edge of the bench, my thoughts spinning in every direction. Everything felt too much, and yet not enough to explain how I’d made it through all this.Dr. Linus gave me a kind look. “Don’t let your thoughts spiral, Evelyn,” he said gently. “We’re all children of the Moon. Maybe you’ve been blessed. That might be why you’re still okay.”I let out a bitter laugh. Okay? I didn’t feel okay. My body felt like a house with no lights on. I couldn’t feel her. “Or maybe it’s going to kill me later,” I said quietly. “Maybe it’s already killing her.”His smile faded. “That’s possible too.”I blinked, startled by how calm he said it.“You have to be careful,” he added. “Your wolf is part of you. When one suffers, so does the other.”I nodded, but a sharp ache tightened in my chest again. “I feel so stupid,” I whispered. “Falling in love with someone who never once looked back... that was a mistake.”Linus didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he shifted sligh

Evelyn’s POVDominic blinked, then scratched his temple, hesitating. “Okay, so I’m not the owner. But I know the guy. We’ve worked together. I can get your name in. No promises, but I’ll try.”My eyes widened. “You’re serious?”He nodded, lips pulling into a small smile. “Dead serious.”I didn’t even try to hide the grin that spread across my face. “Dominic, that’s…thank you. Really.”He shrugged like it was no big deal, but I saw the slight flicker of pride in his eyes.“I’ll be back in a bit,” I said after a while, reaching for my bag. “I’m craving something greasy. Want anything?”He leaned back against the counter and raised a brow. “Greasy?”“Street food,” I laughed. “You’ll see.”I left him at the shop, feeling oddly light. I stopped at my favorite corner stall, an old cart with a flickering bulb and a line already forming. The scent of fried chicken and spicy sauce made my stomach rumble.As I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone and opened the notes app. But before I co

Evelyn’s POVI stared at Dominic, my voice question hanging in the air.‘Why are you here?’He smiled, and his entire expression softened. Then he glanced around the waiting room as if noticing where we were for the first time. He leaned closer and whispered, almost like a secret, “I work here.”I blinked. “What?”He gave a small shrug. “Not in the kitchen, obviously. I’m on the operations side. Logistics, vendor management... boring stuff.” His voice was casual, but his hand brushed mine again before he stepped back.My heart was still recovering from the way he’d touched my cheek moments ago.“You work at Casa Viora Catering?” I asked, still trying to process it. “Why do you think I knew they were hiring?”I opened my mouth, then closed it. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen it coming. All those hints. That confidence. The way he had promised the boss would like me. Of course he knew. And now he was here. I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes, half teasing. “You could’ve just said

Evelyn's POV I walked through the door and kicked off my shoes, my heart still fluttering with excitement. Dominic was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, cutting fruit like it was the most natural thing for a man like him to do. He looked up as I came in, and the moment our eyes met, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.“I passed,” I blurted out, grinning so wide my cheeks hurt.Dominic blinked. “You did?”I nodded quickly and held up the confirmation letter like a trophy. “They assigned me to Casa Viora Western Restaurant, one of the group’s branches.”His brows lifted, but his smile was soft. “Not the headquarters?”“No,” I said, but the disappointment faded fast. “I’m happy. I’ll be working with Teresa. It feels like a good start.”“You’re amazing,” he finally said.I lowered my head, suddenly shy. “It’s just a job…”“No. Not to you,” he said gently. “I saw your eyes when you talked about pastry. You light up.”My fingers curled around my shirt. Why did he always know what to say?“T

Evelyn’s POV“You’re teasing me,” I finally muttered, gripping the edge of the sink to steady myself.He took a step closer, and I could feel the heat rolling off him. “Maybe,” he whispered, “but you haven't said anything.”I looked up into his eyes. They were dark and intense. My breath hitched.“It’s a Pack ritual,” I said quietly, keeping my eyes down. “Newlyweds bathe together on their first night. It’s tradition.”Dominic tilted his head. “Is that so?” His tone was light, but there was something knowing in his eyes.I gestured to the bubbles. “There’s enough foam. Just don’t look.”He placed a hand over his chest. “I swear. No peeking.”I turned away, gripping my towel. “You go in first.”He stepped into the tub. I waited for the splash before saying, “Okay. Now turn around.”He did, no questions asked.I stepped in carefully, heart pounding. The warm water surrounded me, the bubbles high enough to shield me. I sat opposite him, facing his back. Then he turned and faced me. We