Olivia Anderson
His arms closed around me like they had always known exactly where I belonged.
I didn’t fight it. How could I? The moment my body pressed against his chest, every tight knot in my stomach unraveled just a little slowly, painfully, like pulling thread from a wound that refused to close.
His scent wrapped around me: cedar smoke, rain on earth, and that sharp, metallic edge of alpha power that always made my wolf lift her head. Even now, battered and confused, she sighed inside me.
Benjamin’s hand slid up my back, fingers threading gently into my hair. He didn’t rush. He just held me there, letting the silence stretch between us until it felt almost solid.
My cheek rested against the torn fabric of his shirt; I could feel the steady thud of his heart beneath it felt str
