Scarlet
The warm glow of sunset had long faded into the soft shadows of the evening as I sat at my desk in the office, fingers brushing over the keyboard aimlessly. The workload should have been overwhelming, but my thoughts weren’t on the spreadsheets in front of me.
They were on Damien.
Two days. Two days since we had that brief but heartfelt conversation. Two days since he promised he wouldn’t let me face the brunt of the pack’s whispers alone. Two days since that soft, fleeting kiss that had left me feeling grounded and… hopeful.
It was odd. I’d spent years resenting him, wishing I could erase the hurt he’d caused. Yet now, I found myself yearning for his presence. I missed the warmth of his gaze, the way he seemed to steady me when my doubts threatened to take over. His presence h
