Lex POV
The walk back to the packhouse is quiet, but not calm.
Colton’s hand never leaves mine. His thumb brushes slow circles into my skin, grounding me, claiming me, reminding me he’s still here—still burning, still mine. The heat rolling off him hasn’t fully faded, and every time our arms brush, my pulse stutters.
The moment the door to our room shuts behind us, the world seems to fall away.
Colton turns to me, eyes dark now, power simmering beneath the surface instead of roaring. He studies me like he’s trying to memorize every breath I take.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I nod, though my voice comes out shaky. “I think… I feel stronger. Not just power-wise. Like something finally clicked.”
He exhales slowly, relief washing over his features. “Good. Because I need you strong. I ne
