Holding him made everything feel right, as if the chaos of the world quieted in his embrace. And yet, beneath the warmth of his touch, fear still lingered—a shadow I could never quite escape.
I feared my daughter would hate me for the choices I had made.
For taking her father away.
Would she ever understand? Would she ever see the truth in my actions, or would she only see the loss?
Under the watchful eyes of destiny, I felt the weight of it all pressing down on me. I feared losing myself again, slipping into the depths of regret, trapped in the echoes of what-ifs. I feared losing him—my mate, my love, the one who had anchored me when I had been adrift for too long.
I feared losing everyone I held dear.
But as much as my fears grew, so did my desire—a hunger deeper than instinct, str
