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."

felt this kind of bond before. When I was with Nathan, we couldn't even establish a mindlink,

like I could

tone filled with quiet certainty. "Sometimes, wolves connect in ways we don't fully understand.

could say more, there was a knock at the door. My heart leapt, but I wasn't sure why.

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

know?" I whispered, my voice

warmth behind his eyes. "I saw them in that

had noticed-more than I ever realized. The anger

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could respond, Tina stirred again, this time offering comfort

toward Carlos's wolf, and for a brief moment, I felt it-his wolf, strong and protective,

on my arm. "Everything will work out," he promised, his voice

surrounded by sunflowers

Three Years Later