Jax POV:
The door to my room swings shut behind me, sealing off the packhouse and all the heavy thoughts. It’s only then that I realize how tightly wound I’ve become until my mate’s heavy-lidded gaze meets mine.
As she sits up, tucking her legs underneath her, her expression shifts from concern to understanding, then softens into something warmer.
“Rough news?” she asks. I simply nod, shedding my shoes and clothes from the day, crossing the room to climb onto the bed. I stop between her knees, resting my hands gently on her warm thighs, seeking solace in her presence.
“Surprising,” I finally manage to say as she waits patiently. “And heavier than I expected.”
Her hands find me immediately—one cradling my jaw, the other weaving into my thick hair, grounding me in the comforting quiet
