His eyes widened a fraction at the same moment mine did.
It hit him: he wasn’t supposed to hear my thoughts—not without Nova.
For him to respond that quickly, that casually… it meant my wolf hadn’t just spoken to me.
She had spoken through the bond.
I brought my hand to my chest in pure shock, because suddenly—suddenly—I could feel her. Not fully, not the way before the pregnancy, but the faint pressure of her presence curled somewhere deep inside me.
“Alexander…” I breathed, voice barely audible.
He had already set his laptop aside. “Faye.” His tone matched mine—half stunned, half reverent, almost disbelieving.
“She—she said something,” I whispered. “I heard her. I… felt her.”
His expression softened with something I couldn’t name. Awe, maybe. Relief. A little fear. A little wonde
