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Three days to figure out how to protect a three month old baby with the power of a god. Three days before everything came crashing down again. It wasn't enough time. But it was all we had.

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.

Three Days Dylan's POV I had been trapped in Isla's pocket dimension for three days. At least I thought it was three days. Time was meaningless here and moved in strange circles. Sometimes hours felt like minutes. Sometimes minutes stretched into eternities. My only anchor to reality was the mate bond with Nadia and even that felt thin and distant. It stopped me from seeing them.

"Three days. She was so happy. So finally happy. And then she was gone. Just gone. Like she never existed. Like those three happy days meant nothing." "They meant everything," I said softly. "Those three days gave her something she never had before. Connection. Friendship. Joy. You gave her that. You gave her three days of real happiness. That is not nothing. That is—a gift. The most precious gift anyone gave her." "Three days is not enough."

" I hung up. Blocked her. Not kicking them while they were down? That was me being merciful. *** The next day, I boarded my flight. As Clouderton shrank into a dot, I exhaled. Three years of hell—finally behind me. Zweizerland was calm, clean. I rented a cabin by the lake, slept in, took walks, read, fed geese. Logged off social media. Blocked out Carmoria and all its noise. Time really does heal. Slowly, the bitterness started to fade. I used to think love meant effort. That being real would get you the same back.

*** Three Days Later After spending our short honeymoon, we return to New York. I can never forget those three days. We had a lot of fun, marked every corner of his private island with our love, and spent most of our time lying naked on the beach, losing ourselves in each other’s arms. He also punished me on the beach for climaxing without his permission by tying me in an uncomfortable position for half an hour before finally giving me what I was yearning for.

It was raining lightly. He held the umbrella too high, like always, so I ended up a little damp. “I’m going to lower this one day,” I teased. He smirked. “Don’t threaten me.” We walked down the path toward the parking lot, hands brushing. “I booked something,” he said casually. “What kind of something?” “The kind you don’t get to know about until we land.” I stopped walking. “Wait—what?” He grinned. “Pack a bag. Three days. Somewhere warm.”

____________________ THREE DAYS LATER The day that I was dreading was finally here. The day that we're going to send-off my dad. The last three days have been hell for me. I locked myself inside my room like a vampire who was afraid of the sun. I looked pale, perhaps I had turned into a vampire.

For three whole days, I used my astounding survival skills and managed to survive with Mark. He said that he felt he had lived his entire life during those three days, and he fell head over heels in love with me. I just thought that anyone who received kindness while they were in danger would always think that they were in love with their benefactor. That was why I rejected his request to date me. Even so, he persisted for four years. During those four years, he joined me on countless expeditions. When we climbed tall mountains, he insisted on coming with me to the summit, even if it meant that he had to use oxygen from an oxygen tank.

"Thursday. It's been three days, Damien. Three days of this.....whatever this is. And it needs to stop." "I'm working. I'm functioning. What more do you want?"