Elara – POV
The thoughts come when I least expect them.
I’ll be folding cloth at work, or washing my hands at the basin, or walking home with the evening breeze brushing my skin—and suddenly he’s there. Not physically. Worse.
In my mind.
Kael’s presence follows me like a shadow I can’t outrun. Broad shoulders filling doorways. The quiet authority in his voice when he speaks my name. The way his attention feels heavier than a touch.
It’s… naughty, the way my thoughts drift.
Not in the way the pack whispers about, not crude or reckless. Just soft images that make my breath catch. The warmth of his bare chest beneath my palm. The steady rise and fall of his breathing if I were close enough to rest my head there. The safety of being held by something strong enough to face the world for m
