TEDDY
Wolf nodded once slowly.
Wolf’s voice was steady. “They were pledged protectors to the Royal line.”
Ratchet pointed toward him once. “Exactly.”
Everything inside me began to piece itself together.
Ratchet’s constant presence around Caramel. The way he naturally hovered nearby. He was protective without being possessive.
Ratchet was always patient and steady, guided by instinct and his unspoken drive to keep Caramel safe.
“I kept telling myself she reminded me of the neighbour girl,” Ratchet admitted quietly. “But deep down, I was drawn to protect her. At first, I thought it was just helping my Vice Prez’s shy mate fit in, but it was more than that.”
My sweet, awkward, yet adorably stubborn Caramel.
The girl who somehow managed to crawl under every brother’s skin and make her
