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."

sent a ripple of confusion through me. I had never felt this kind of bond before. When I was with Nathan, we

with Carlos, something had shifted. It was like I could

quiet certainty. "Sometimes, wolves connect in ways we don't fully understand. Maybe you and Carlos are

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 nourishment," he said, his voice softer than it had been earlier. "And I brought these for

favorite. I hadn't told him that, but somehow he

I whispered, my voice barely

a flicker of warmth behind his eyes. "I saw them in that picture of you and your son. There were sunflowers

sinking in. He had noticed-more than I ever realized. The anger I had seen earlier felt distant now, like it had been replaced by something deeper, something more

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could respond, Tina stirred again, this

for a brief moment, I felt it-his wolf, strong and protective, reaching back toward me. The

"Everything will work out,"

moment, surrounded by sunflowers and the

Three Years Later