Aidan POV
Avery's body burned like a furnace, her whimpers sharp against my ears. She writhed on the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets, restless and fevered. It gutted me. I had never seen her like this—so vulnerable, so undone.
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to think. My wolf growled, restless, urging me to do something, anything.
With no other choice, I scooped her up, my fingers wrapping around her delicate neck as I lifted her effortlessly. She didn’t fight me. She didn’t even flinch—just murmured something incoherent about the heat. It felt wrong. Avery always resisted me. Always.
I carried her to the bathroom, setting her down gently before turning on the cold water. The tub filled steadily, the sound of rushing water breaking the thick silence between us. She mumbled
