His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

I sat in the quiet of that room, replaying the argument with Carlos over and over in my mind. The way he left-the frustration in his eyes, the sharpness of his words-made it feel like he wouldn't care about me anymore.

I wrapped my arms around myself, the silence of the room pressing down on me. Every word replayed like a broken record in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loss.

Maybe I deserved this distance. Maybe I had ruined everything. But deep down, there was a small, stubborn part of me that still hoped. Hoped that Carlos hadn't completely turned away, that maybe, somehow, we could fix this.

But then anger I saw in him that day was enough to convince me that whatever connection we had was crumbling before my eyes. I had pushed too far, crossed too many lines, and now Carlos was gone. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe he would finally forget about me. "No," Tina, my wolf, interrupted, her voice echoing in my mind, soft yet insistent. "You're wrong."

I blinked, confused, as Tina continued, "Carlos isn't going to abandon you. His wolf won't let him

I frowned. "How can you be so sure? He was so angry-"

Tina's voice softened, but there was a quiet confidence in her tone. "His wolf is worried about you, Doris. I can feel it. He's not angry because he doesn't care. He's angry because he cares too much."

Her words sent a ripple of confusion through me. I had never felt this kind of bond before. When I was with Nathan, we couldn't even establish a mindlink, despite being in a mate relationship for years. Chapter 43

But now, after just one night with Carlos, something had shifted. It was like I could feel his emotions through our wolves-an unspoken connection forming between us, one I hadn't expected.

Tina pressed on, her tone filled with quiet certainty. "Sometimes, wolves connect in ways we don't fully understand. Maybe you and Carlos are more connected than you realize."

I wanted to argue, but deep down, I knew she was right. Tina was never wrong when it came to sensing emotions between wolves. She was more attuned to Carlos's wolf than I could ever be, especially now, with everything tangled and confusing. Before I could say more, there was a knock at the door. My heart leapt, but I wasn't sure why. When I opened it, Carlos stood there, holding a tray of food in one hand and a large bouquet of sunflowers in the other. The sight of him took my breath away. "I thought you could use some nourishment," he said, his voice softer than it had been earlier. "And I brought these for you."

I stared at the flowers, their bright yellow petals practically glowing in the dim light of the room. Sunflowers. My favorite. I hadn't told him that, but somehow he knew. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I reached out to take them from him, the simple gesture overwhelming me

"How did you know?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Carlos smiled, and for the first time in days, I saw a flicker of warmth behind his eyes. "I saw them in that picture of you and your son. There were sunflowers all around you."Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I clutched the bouquet to my chest, the weight of his words sinking in. He had noticed-more than I ever realized. The anger I had seen earlier felt distant now, like it had been replaced by something deeper, something more real. 12:00

Before I could respond, Tina stirred again, this time offering comfort instead of

confusion, reached out toward Carlos's wolf, and for a brief moment, I felt it-his wolf, strong and protective, reaching back toward me. The connection was undeniable.

Carlos stepped forward and placed a hand on my arm. "Everything will work out," he promised, his voice low and steady. "I'll make sure of it."

I nodded, still unable to speak. In that moment, surrounded by sunflowers and the warmth of Carlos's presence, I believed him.

Three Years Later

The sun filtered through the kitchen window as I finished making a sandwich, the smell of freshly baked bread filling the small space. On the counter beside me, a tiny bowl of mashed fruit sat ready for my little one.

I wiped my hands on a towel and carried both plates to the table where my son sat, his bright wolf ears twitching in excitement as he watched me approach.

"Mommy!" he squealed, clapping his chubby little hands together in delight.

The past three years had been a whirlwind. After everything that had happened with Carlos and the PACK, I had made the decision to start over, to build a new home for my people and create a future for my son. It hadn't been easy, but with the help of Vesta and Issca, and the members of his PACK, we had managed to carve out a small slice of peace. It was strange how life had turned out, how this new path had opened up, one I never expected.

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