Aurélie POV
“I got married young,” I say quietly. “Too young. I wanted to strengthen my parents’ pack do my duty, play my part.”
My voice doesn’t waver, even as the memories surface. “When I arrived, Fabrice offered to inspect the facilities. As my personal doctor, he never left. And I never asked him to. He was the only friend I had in a pack that was nothing like the one I grew up in.”
The kitchen is quieter now.
Florence has stopped reaching for the upper shelves. She’s no longer pretending to be busy. She’s listening.
“He was my light in my darkest days,” I continue. “My children and Fabrice saved me. They kept me breathing when I didn’t know how to anymore. He is the best man I know.” I meet her gaze. “Please give him a chance.”
When the clock strikes seven, it finally feels acc
