Molly
The room feels suddenly smaller.
“And if I don’t want to stay,” I ask quietly.
Charles does not hesitate. Not even a second.
“That’s impossible.”
I laugh, sharply. “Wow. Love the confidence.”
He stands, towering now. “The bond Molly. You feel it. You always have.”
I open my mouth to argue, then stop.
Because the truth hits me all at once, ugly and inconvenient.
From the first day I met him, something was wrong with me. Too aware. Too drawn. The way his voice settled under my skin. The way I trusted him without logic.
My stomach twists.
Was that the bond?
“From the moment I saw you,” he says softly, like he is reading my thoughts, “my wolf recognized you. That pull. That need. That wasn't a coincidence.”
I shake my head. “Or maybe I just have terrible taste in men.”
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