Chapter Nine: Temptations and Tensions
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Amelia’s POV
The morning sun broke through the heavy drapes of the guest room, casting golden light across the pristine white sheets tangled around her legs. Amelia lay awake, staring at the intricate carvings on the ceiling above her. Sleep had come in fits and starts, leaving her mind cluttered with dreams she couldn’t quite shake.
Her conversation with Lauren played on a loop in her head—her ex was coming to the state. With his fiancée.
The thought alone had Amelia’s stomach twisting into knots. She gritted her teeth, refusing to let the bitterness creep back in. This was her time to reset, to figure out what she wanted from life. She wouldn’t let him—or his smug, perfect fiancée—ruin that.
Still, the past had a way of resurfacing at the worst times, didn’t it?
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling her from her thoughts. She reached for it, half-expecting Lauren to be on another crusade for gossip. But it wasn’t her secretary.
Instead, it was a message from Evelyn, her assistant.
Evelyn: “Everything is under control. Let me know if you need me to handle any specific calls today. Take the time you need.”
Amelia smiled, her chest warming at the simple gesture. Evelyn was a lifesaver—always steady, always supportive.
Her phone buzzed again.
Lauren: “Don’t forget to call me later. I need updates on you and the triplets. ;)”
Amelia rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Lauren was relentless.
A soft knock on the door drew her attention. Before she could answer, the door creaked open slightly, revealing Jasper’s mischievous grin.
“Rise and shine,” he said, his voice carrying an effortless charm. “I figured I’d check if you’re alive. You’ve been holed up in here all morning.”
Amelia sat up, clutching the blankets to her chest. “I’m fine. Just… thinking.”
Jasper leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “Dangerous habit, that.”
She shot him a half-hearted glare, but her lips twitched. There was something disarming about him, the way he could lighten a mood with a single comment.
“Well, since you’re alive, you should come join us downstairs,” he continued. “Caleb’s in one of his cooking moods, and Adrian’s brooding by the window like some tortured romantic hero. It’s a whole vibe.”
Amelia raised an eyebrow. “Brooding?”
Jasper shrugged. “That’s what he does. Trust me, it’s better to interrupt him before he starts quoting poetry at the snow.”
Despite herself, Amelia laughed.
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Adrian’s POV
From his spot by the floor-to-ceiling window in the sitting room, Adrian watched the snow-covered forest beyond the estate. The world outside was calm, pristine, but inside, his thoughts were anything but.
Amelia.
It was maddening how quickly she’d taken root in his mind. Every glance, every smile—it all lingered far too long, refusing to be ignored.
“She’s awake,” Jasper said, strolling into the room with his usual swagger.
Adrian turned slightly, raising an eyebrow.
“And?”
“And I convinced her to come down for breakfast,” Jasper said, throwing himself onto one of the leather chairs. “You’re welcome.”
Adrian sighed. “She’s not some conquest, Jasper.”
Jasper’s grin faltered, just a fraction. “I know that. But she’s also not a ghost. She’s here, Adrian. With us. And if she’s not running, maybe we should let her in instead of standing on ceremony.”
Adrian didn’t respond immediately. His wolf growled in agreement with Jasper’s words, urging him to act instead of overthinking. But Adrian had spent years learning restraint—he wasn’t about to throw that away.
“Caleb’s making breakfast,” Jasper added, breaking the silence. “Which means it’s safe to eat, for once.”
Adrian chuckled despite himself.
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Caleb’s POV
The kitchen was filled with the warm scent of pancakes and fresh coffee as Caleb flipped another stack onto a waiting plate. Cooking always helped him clear his head, and today, his head was full.
Amelia.
She’d been here for days now, and yet every interaction felt like a test of his self-control. His wolf had been restless since the moment she arrived, pushing him to claim, to protect, to make her theirs.
But Amelia wasn’t like the women who occasionally flitted into their lives. She was different—wary, guarded, and carrying more baggage than she let on. If they pushed too hard, she’d bolt. Caleb had no doubt about that.
“Smells good,” Amelia’s voice broke through his thoughts.
He turned to find her standing in the doorway, her hair loose around her shoulders and her cheeks still flushed from sleep. She looked... radiant.
“Hope you’re hungry,” Caleb said, keeping his tone casual.
She stepped into the kitchen, her eyes flicking over the array of food on the counter. “This is... impressive.”
Jasper appeared behind her, grinning. “See? I told you Caleb takes cooking seriously.”
Amelia smiled. “I guess I owe you an apology, then. Jasper made it sound like you couldn’t be trusted in the kitchen.”
Caleb shot Jasper a look. “Don’t listen to him. He just doesn’t appreciate fine cuisine.”
“Fine cuisine?” Jasper snorted. “It’s pancakes.”
“Pancakes with a secret recipe,” Caleb corrected, his tone deadpan.
Amelia laughed—a soft, melodic sound that made his chest tighten.
As they all settled around the table, Caleb couldn’t help but notice how easily she fit into their dynamic. Her laughter came more freely now, and the tension that had clung to her when she first arrived seemed to be melting away.
But Caleb knew better than to think the battle was won. There was still something holding her back—something she wasn’t ready to share.
And he’d be damned if he let it haunt her alone.
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Amelia’s POV
Breakfast with the Blackwoods was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Their banter was constant, a seamless blend of teasing and genuine affection that made her feel... included.
But as much as she enjoyed their company, she couldn’t shake the lingering weight of Lauren’s news. Her ex. Here. In the same state.
She glanced at Adrian, who was watching her with his usual intensity, and Caleb, whose quiet strength was a steady presence. Then there was Jasper, who could make her laugh even when she didn’t feel like it.
They were all so different, yet somehow they balanced each other perfectly.
“Earth to Amelia,” Jasper said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.
She blinked, realizing she’d been staring at her plate. “Sorry. I was... lost in thought.”
Adrian leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Is everything okay?”
Her instinct was to brush off the concern, to offer some vague reassurance. But the sincerity in his eyes made her pause.
“I... got some news last night,” she admitted slowly. “About my ex.”
Jasper’s playful demeanor disappeared in an instant. Caleb’s jaw tightened. And Adrian’s expression turned to stone.
“What kind of news?” Caleb asked, his voice low and steady.
Amelia hesitated, the weight of their attention pressing down on her. “He’s here. In the state. With his fiancée.”
Jasper let out a low whistle. “You’re kidding.”
“I wish I were,” Amelia said, her voice tinged with bitterness.
Adrian’s hands clenched into fists on the table. “Is he planning to contact you?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to let him ruin my time here.”
Caleb’s voice was quiet but firm. “If he tries to cause trouble, we’ll handle it.”
The conviction in his tone sent a shiver down her spine. She didn’t doubt for a second that he meant it.
But even as their protective instincts flared, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder—what did it mean for her? For them?
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