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Brooks“Don’t be ridiculous,” I snapped. “You don’t get to say things like that after what you did. You discarded me, Levi. Seven years ago. You made your choice.”He moved before I could take another breath.The distance between us disappeared in a second, his presence suddenly everywhere, overwhelming in a way that made my body react before my mind could catch up. My back instinctively stiffened, but I didn’t step away. I refused to.“I regret it,” he said, the words coming out rough, almost forced, like they had been buried too long. “Every single day of my life.”I scoffed, but it came out weaker than I wanted.“You don’t get to—”“I’ve been starved for years, Brooks.”The way he said it stopped me.His voice dropped lower, rougher, threaded with something raw and unfiltered that I wasn’t prepared for. His eyes didn’t leave mine, and there was nothing controlled about them anymore.“I’ve gone to bed every night for the past seven years thinking about you,” he continued, stepping

BROOK’S POVAll I felt was anger.Hot, sharp, consuming anger that burned through everything else the moment those words left his mouth. The audacity of him standing there, in front of me, acting like I still belonged to him after everything he did, it made my blood boil.“That is none of your business,” I shot back immediately, my voice cutting through the space between us.Something in his expression shifted.His jaw tightened, his shoulders going rigid like he was holding himself back from doing something drastic. Either putting his fist through the nearest wall or going after Flint.For a second, I thought he would.But he didn’t say anything.The silence stretched, thick and dangerous, and then, barely a minute later, a maid appeared at the doorway. She curtseyed towards Levi before walking up to me. “I’ve come to take him to his room,” she said softly. Rowan immediately shook his head, clutching tighter to me. “No. I don’t want to go.”“It’s alright,” I said gently, crouching

BROOKS POV I couldn’t get it out of my head.No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I told myself to focus on something else, my mind kept circling back to that moment in the morning. The way he had looked at me, the way he had touched me, the way his fingers moved inside me, the way my body had responded like it hadn’t spent the last seven years learning how to exist without him.It made me angry.At him. At myself.At the fact that even now, hours later, there was still a faint hum under my skin, like my body hadn’t fully settled, still caught somewhere between resistance and something far more dangerous.I hated it.I stayed in the room longer than I should have, lying there and staring at nothing, trying to force my thoughts into order, trying to rebuild the walls I had spent years putting up. But it didn’t last. It never did.Rowan needed to eat.And that was enough to drag me out of it.By the time I made it downstairs, I had shoved everything down as best as I c

LEVI'S POV It hadn’t even been two full days.Two days, and somehow her presence had already taken over everything.It was in the air, in the walls. Her scent lingered everywhere, slipping into my senses no matter where I went. It made it harder to think, harder to focus, harder to ignore the fact that she was here, under my roof.And the worst part was that I could hear her.Every little movement. The faint sounds from her room. The water running when she was in the shower. It all reached me whether I wanted it to or not, feeding into a tension I was already struggling to keep under control.It didn’t help that my mind kept dragging me back to yesterday. To the way she had looked. The way she had reacted. The way she had begged me to stop.That part stuck.It didn’t leave, no matter how much I tried to push it aside. It sat there, twisting into everything else, making it worse.My restraint was thinning, and I could feel it clearly now. It wasn’t something distant or manageable anym

LEVI'S POV I hadn’t stepped into my father’s wing in a long time. Even as I made my way down the quieter corridor that led to the old apartment he stayed in, there was a faint sense of familiarity that felt distant. The guards stationed there straightened the moment they saw me, stepping aside without a word, and I didn’t slow down as I passed them. It wasn’t lost on me that I couldn’t even remember the last time I had come to see him, not properly, not as a son should. He had been unwell for a while now, everyone knew that, but whatever obligation I might have felt had long been buried under something much heavier. Resentment. He was the reason Brooks had been taken from me in the first place. The reason everything spiraled the way it did. The reason I had lost years I would never get back, years of her, years of my son’s life. That wasn’t something I could just set aside because he was ill. Still, as I reached his door, I paused for a brief second, my hand hovering ove