I lifted my hand, pausing mid–air. “May I?”
She nodded, barely perceptible, and I gently rested my palm on her head. Her hair was soft beneath my touch, and I felt her whole body still at the contact.
“You won’t have to live like that anymore,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady. “No more scraping by with almost nothing. No more being treated as if you’re not worth investing in. I meant what I said on the platform–I’m going to take care of you. Both of you.”
Through the bond, I felt the shock of my words, the way they pierced through layers of defensive armor she’d built up over years of neglect. Her eyes lifted to meet mine, bright with unshed tears, and in them I saw disbelief warring with desperate hope.
My wolf settled with quiet satisfaction, content with this gentle contact, this moment of offering comfort without demanding more. Good. She needs to know she’s safe. That we’ll protect her.
“I don’t know if I deserve- she started, her voice breaking.
“You do, I said firmly, cutting off that line of self–doubt before it could take root. “Don’t question that. You deserve safety, comfort, someone who values you. And I’m going to make sure you have all of that.”
Something shifted in her expression–a crack in the walls, a tentative lowering of defenses. Slowly, so slowly I almost missed it, she leaned just slightly into
my touch. It was barely perceptible, but I felt it through the bond–the moment she stopped resisting and allowed herself to accept comfort.
The connection between us hummed stronger, warming, solidifying into something more than biological imperative or responsibility. This was choice. This
was trust beginning to form.
“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll come tonight.”
Relief flooded through me, profound and certain. “Thank you. For trusting me with this.”
I let my hand fall reluctantly from her hair, already missing the contact but knowing I couldn’t push too far. “Can you be ready in about half an hour? I’ll
arrange for a carriage to meet you at the main gates. Just bring what you can carry comfortably–we’ll get anything else you need later.”
She nodded, still looking slightly dazed, as if she couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
‘Go pack your things,” I said gently, rising to my feet. “Take your time saying goodbye to Mira if you need to. I’ll handle all the arrangements. I paused. waiting until she met my eyes again. “And Eileen? You’re not alone in this anymore. Remember that.”
She stood slowly, cradling her teacup for another moment before setting it down. At the door, she hesitated, glancing back at me with that same fragile hope in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said quietly. “For… for all of this.”
“You don’t need to thank me, I replied. “This is what mates do. We take care of each other.”
After she left, I stood in the empty office, hand still tingling from where I’d touched her hair, and reached out through the mind link to my family’s head steward. The practical arrangements–carriage, heated blankets for the journey, ensuring her room was warm and welcoming took only minutes to coordinate.
But my thoughts kept circling back to that moment when she’d leaned into my touch, when she’d accepted my protection not from desperation but because she was beginning to believe she deserved it.
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2:38 pm
Chapter 38
Finally, my wolf murmured with deep contentment. Bringing our mate home. Where she belongs.
Yes. Tonight she would sleep under my roof, safe and protected. Tomorrow we would begin building something new together–not perfect, not traditional, but real.
And I would make absolutely certain she never regretted giving me this chance.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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