Kiana
Begging.
I never thought I’d live to see the day. Never thought I’d hear that voice tremble like it carried grief instead of command.
I wanted to stay angry. I tried to. Fury had been my armor, my shield, my only damn company some nights. But not when he looked at me like I was the only thing left keeping him alive. Not when he said those words with all that broken gravel in his throat.
The fight drained out of me, slow and inevitable.
Quietly, I walked toward him. With the alphas gone, his wolf had curled in, retreated somewhere inside him. Troy didn’t look like Wolfspire’s brutal protector. He looked tired. Human. Mine.
Climbing into his lap, I tucked my head against his chest, listening for the heartbeat I already knew by rhythm.
Still strong. Still steady. Still beating…f
