Chapter 58
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Third Person POV
The room had gone still, the soft sound of Gwen’s breathing the only thing anchoring the quiet. Her dark lashes fanned over cheeks still blotched with dried tears, but her features were peaceful now—her body curled protectively under the blanket, her hand loosely clutching the edge as if it tethered her to the world.
Cain stood near the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, eyes lingering on her one last time before slowly stepping out. Cole and Cash followed, quiet and heavy with thought. They made their way down the hall to the private sitting room of the suite, shutting the door gently behind them.
“She’s finally asleep,” Cole said softly, sinking into one of the overstuffed chairs. “It took everything in me not to ask her to come to bed with us.”
“We needed to give her space tonight,” Cain replied, pacing by the fireplace. “She’s emotionally spent.”
Cash sat on the armrest of Cole’s chair, his usual humor nowhere to be found. “We have two weeks. Fourteen days until the deadline. After that, if she’s not mated and marked...”
He didn’t finish. He didn’t need to.
“Vincent and the Council will start sniffing around,” Cain said, jaw tightening. “They’ll challenge the legitimacy of the bond, of us. Try to force another arrangement.”
Cole rubbed his hands over his face. “She’s not ready. Not after everything with Justin, the necklace, the dreams—”
“But she will be,” Cash interrupted gently. “She’s already starting to come back to us. You saw her tonight. She’s holding on.”
Cain exhaled sharply, frustration threading through his voice. “So how the hell do we talk to her about mating and marking without scaring her off?”
There was silence for a moment.
“We don’t make it about the law,” Cole said finally. “We make it about love. About choosing her. Not because a rule says we have to—but because we want to. Because we’ve wanted to since the beginning.”
Cash looked between his brothers. “What if we proposed?”
Cain paused. “Now?”
“Not tonight,” Cash said. “But soon. Before the deadline. Not in a ‘you have to choose us before the Council intervenes’ kind of way. In a ‘we’re yours forever, if you’ll have us’ kind of way.”
Cole nodded slowly. “A real proposal. No pressure. No politics. Just love.”
Cain finally sat, running a hand through his hair. “She’s going to ask why we’re doing it now. We need to be honest... but careful.”
“We’ll tell her the truth,” Cole said. “That we’re not rushing because of the Council—we’re planning for our future. That we want to build a life with her. One where she feels safe. Loved. Respected.”
“And we’ll wait until she says yes,” Cash added. “To mating, to marking, to all of it. No deadlines. No ultimatums.”
Cain looked between his brothers and nodded, resolve settling into his chest. “Then we do this right. For her.”
They sat there a while longer, three alphas bonded by blood and love, planning a future with the woman who had changed everything—for all of them.
Third Person POV
The dungeon beneath Karl’s estate was cold and damp, carved into the earth like a forgotten scar. The torches along the walls flickered dimly, casting Aurora’s shadow across the stone floor where she sat—back straight, chin high, even after weeks of confinement.
The sound of heavy boots on stone echoed down the hallway. She knew that gait. That self-satisfied strut.
Karl.
He appeared at the threshold of her cell with a smile that made her stomach turn. "You’re holding up well, Aurora," he said, almost amused. "Impressive, really. I’d have thought the isolation would have cracked you by now.”
Aurora didn’t stand. Didn’t flinch. “I learned a long time ago not to give monsters the satisfaction of seeing me break.”
Karl chuckled, stepping inside. “Still sharp. I always admired that about you.” He crouched in front of her, his eyes gleaming with cruel calculation. “That fire will make this so much more fun.”
Aurora narrowed her eyes. “What do you want, Karl?”
He leaned in, resting his arms on his knees like they were just old friends catching up. “I want to talk about Gwen.”
Her spine stiffened even further, though her voice remained cold. “You stay the hell away from her.”
“Oh, I intend to do far more than that,” Karl said with a grin. “You see, I’ve been thinking—what better way to break her down than by dangling her long-lost mommy in front of her? Maybe even let her think she can save you. Then rip you away again.” His tone dropped, vicious and low. “It’ll destroy her.”
“You’re sick,” Aurora spat. “I’ll never help you hurt her. Never.”
Karl’s smile faded, his voice dropping into that terrifying, calm register. “You forget something, Aurora. I’m still your Alpha. That bond runs deep. Even after all these years.”
She looked away, jaw trembling despite herself.
Karl’s grin returned. “That’s right. You will help me. Whether you want to or not.”
Aurora forced herself to meet his gaze again. “Gwen is stronger than you think. She’s survived everything you’ve thrown at her. She’ll survive this, too.”
Karl rose to his full height and paced the small cell slowly. “Maybe. But that strength comes with weakness, doesn’t it? Empathy. Hope. All things I can twist.”
He turned back toward her, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Speaking of weakness... Tell me, Aurora. Have you been wondering where your precious Terrance is?”
She went still. Her heart pounded once in her chest like a war drum. “What have you done to him?”
Karl smiled wider. “Not a thing. Haven’t seen him. But when I do? I haven’t decided yet—kill him in front of you, or you in front of him. Depends on my mood that day.”
Aurora’s breath caught. Her fingers dug into the stone at her sides, but she refused to show fear.
Karl turned toward the door, satisfied. “Either way... I think Gwen deserves a little family reunion, don’t you?”
And then he was gone, leaving only the sound of the iron door clanging shut and Aurora’s quiet, shaking breath in the dark.
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