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."

before. When I was with Nathan, we couldn't even establish a

like I could feel his emotions through our wolves-an unspoken connection forming between us,

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

My heart leapt, but I wasn't sure

that,

you know?" I whispered, my voice barely

behind his eyes. "I saw them

my chest, the weight of his words sinking in. He had noticed-more than I ever realized. The anger I had seen earlier felt distant now,

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I could respond, Tina stirred again, this time offering

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

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

nodded, still unable to speak. In that moment, surrounded by sunflowers and the warmth of Carlos's presence, I

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