CHAPTER SEVENTY -FIVE
The moonlight glitters on the dew-laden grass as I stand at the edge of the clearing, my heart thudding against my ribcage like a trapped bird. Dean's hand is warm on my shoulder, his touch grounding me even as turmoil whirls within.
"Please, Bella," he urges, his voice a low growl that resonates deep in his chest. "You have to consider what accepting Alec’s proposal means. It's not just about love—it's about binding yourself to a wolf who..." He trails off, but his eyes, glowing with the subtle power of lineage, say everything his lips do not.
I bite my lip, torn. Alec, with his magnetic charm and fierce protectiveness, represents a future I never dared to dream of. But Dean, steadfast and true, reminds me of the wild freedom that courses through our veins. How ca
