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

Chapter 43

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."

kind of bond before. When I was with Nathan,

Carlos, something had shifted. It was like I could feel his emotions through our wolves-an unspoken connection forming between us,

with quiet certainty. "Sometimes, wolves connect in ways we don't

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

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

I whispered,

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

realized. The anger I had seen earlier felt distant now, like it

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Tina stirred again, this time offering

felt it-his wolf, strong and protective, reaching back

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

In that moment, surrounded by sunflowers

Three Years Later