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

Chapter 37

We both turned to see Carlos standing a few feet away, his trench coat billowing

slightly in the breeze. His presence was like a force of nature, powerful and

undeniable. He didn't move, but the look in his eyes was enough to freeze Nathan in place.

Carlos didn't respond to him. His eyes remained locked on mine, and in that moment, something shifted. There was a connection, something deep and

unspoken, that passed between us. My wolf stirred inside me, agitated and

restless, as if sensing something in Carlos that I hadn't noticed before. His wolf, too, seemed to respond, though neither of us said a word.

Carlos stepped forward, his hand outstretched toward me. Without thinking, I took it, his grip firm but steady. He didn't need to pull me away; I followed him instinctively, leaving Nathan behind as Carlos led me away from the bench and back toward the street. The bodyguards appeared from the shadows, moving in to block Nathan's path as he tried to follow. "Doris, wait!" Nathan's voice cracked with desperation, but I didn't look back.

there

the intensity of the moment. Carlos's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes,

me. For a moment, we stood

that neither of us

in Carlos's eyes hadn't left my mind. It followed us all the

walked in silence toward the parking lot, the night air cool against my flushed skin. There was a lingering tension between us, something that hadn't been there before, something new and

wolf stirred within me, reacting to his presence in a way that made my heart race. It wasn't just the alcohol; it was Carlos-his calm, steady demeanor, his quiet strength. Something had shifted

he unlocked the door and gestured for me to get in. I slid into the passenger seat, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened as he

and rounded the car to the

my veins, making me more

lot. The silence stretched between us, heavy and loaded. I glanced at Carlos, studying the hard line of his jaw, the calm focus in

boundary he always seemed to keep.

voice barely audible over the hum of the