HERA
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to will away the heaviness that seemed to press down on me since the coronation. I had avoided everyone today, especially him.
Atticus had been relentless these past few days, constantly showing up and trying to win me over with apologies, soft words, and a gaze so intense it made my chest ache.
He was always there, trying—too much, too often.
It was infuriating.
A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts, soft but insistent. I didn’t need to ask who it was. I already knew. My wolf stirred and my eyes glowed.
I shook my head to clear the haze.
Not today again!
“Go away, Atticus.”
The door opened anyway, and he stepped in. His expression was soft, concerned, as if I was some fragile thing he needed to protect.
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