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.

we walked, his hand still gently holding mine. The tension between us was palpable, but there was something else too-something I couldn't quite place. My wolf stirred again,

surprised by the intensity of the moment. Carlos's face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of

face me. For a moment, we stood in silence, the night stretching out between us. And in that silence, I realized something had changed between

neither of us could

mind. It

night air cool against my flushed skin. There was a lingering tension between us, something that hadn't been there

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 between

reached the car, 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 closed

rounded the car

making me more aware of everything-his scent, the way his fingers

between us, heavy and loaded. I glanced at Carlos, studying the hard line of his jaw, the calm focus in his expression. But there was

I reached out and placed my hand on his arm. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent a jolt through me, igniting something between us. I expected him to pull away, to reestablish that boundary he always seemed to keep. But he didn't. His muscles tensed beneath my fingers, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let out a slow, controlled breath, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he focused on

barely audible over