Chapter 205

Cole.

In his hands, he held a bouquet of white moonflowers, their petals glowing softly in the golden sunset.

Behind him, Abby, dressed in a crisp white dress, smiled and waved at Nora.

“Auntie Nora, we’ve come to pick you up.”

Their appearance drew the attention of countless people.

But Cole’s gaze was locked on only one person.

He walked toward Nora without hesitation. Then, with a small, knowing smile, he held out the flowers.

“Welcome home, Nora,” he said quietly.

Nora took the flowers from Cole, her fingers brushing against his for the briefest moment. The scent of moonflowers wrapped around her, soft and delicate, carrying with it the feeling of something new.

A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips, and for the first time in a long while, her eyes softened…no longer guarded, no longer carrying the weight of the past.

She had spent years building herself back up, layer by layer, learning how to exist without the pain that

had once defined her.

Now, standing here with Cole, Abby tugging at her sleeve, she felt something she hadn’t dared to hope for.

She felt like she had a place to return to.

Alex, who had been standing quietly, suddenly shifted on his feet. His hands clenched at the hem of his shirt, and after a moment of hesitation, he lifted his head to look at his mother.

His voice was uncertain.

“Is he your current… mate?”

hung in the

remained silent, his expression calm, waiting for her to answer on her own

his gaze, processing the words. His mother’s answer

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truthful. That alone

with a deep breath, he looked at Cole again

curled into a warm smile. He crouched down, bringing himself to Alex’s eye level, his tone both playful

honored if you

with bubbling excitement, grabbed Nora’s hand and started bouncing on her

with unfiltered joy. “I finally

that moment, the

who had been uncertain of where they fit… It was

dissolved.

eased slightly, and he glanced

long while, Nora let out a

smiled…not a polite one, not one of obligation or reassurance,

from deep

had spent years surviving. Now, she was

:

hands buried in his coat pockets. He didn’t move. He didn’t call out to her. He simply watched as

once looked

her new companions walked away… There

so deeply,” Charles admitted, his voice carrying something between

remained unreadable, but

studied him for a moment before speaking again, his voice lower now.

let her

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