Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 550

Chapter 550

ARIA

I'd watched him pine after her in the months when she'd lost her memories and hadn't known what they were to each other. I'd watched him hold himself in check — not touch her the way he wanted to touch her, not say the things he wanted to say, give her the space to come back to herself without pressure. He'd been sleeping with me in those months. Taking me on dates. Building whatever it was we were building. And I'd been aware — not consciously, not in words, but in the way your body registered things before your mind caught up — that a part of him was in a different room entirely.

And then the book club. *The bond is real. Not just functionally. The wolf has known that for months. I've been catching up.*

He'd said it directly, which was more than he usually did. He'd meant it, which I believed because Kael was one of the worst liars I'd ever met — the management of distance was something he was very skilled at, but actual dishonesty sat visibly on him.

But he'd also bought the character study on the healer.

And the companion essays.

And he'd been reading it during the curse years, in wolf form, because it was the language Ivory had given him access to for the things that couldn't be said directly.

I sat with this during the morning walks. I sat with it while he lay in the grass with his arm behind his head and ate apples and said things that were honest and careful and directed at me with the specific intention of building something real. And something in me was glad and something in me ached and the aching was the part I was examining now, in the shade of a particular oak we'd been returning to for weeks, watching him be warm and present and genuinely trying.

*He's trying,* Silver said.

*I know,* I said.

*He means it,* she said.

*I know,* I said.

*Then what,* she said.

*I want—* I stopped.

*What do you want,* she said.

I watched him. The easy sprawl of him in the grass, unhurried, one arm folded under his head, looking at the sky through the canopy. He'd been Alpha since he was twenty-two. He'd survived three years of a curse that should have killed him and had come out of it with the specific scars that you accumulated when you'd been fighting something from the inside for that long. He was extraordinarily competent in ways that made the people around him occasionally forget that the competence existed alongside a person who read BL novels in secret and bullied Jordan about his tactical assessments and had specific opinions about the companion essays of a book series he'd technically said he didn't care about.

He was a very good man.

I wasn't sure I'd let myself think that directly before. I'd thought variations of it — he was capable, he was fair, he was trying. But directly: *a very good man.* The version that came with feeling.

The tree above me filtered the light into specific patterns on the grass. Kael was three feet away, arm behind his head, eyes half-closed, reaching into the basket for another piece of fruit without looking.

Silver said, quietly: *Move closer.*

*Silver,* I said.

*Move closer,* she said again. *Not for me. For you. See what happens when you close the distance.*

I was aware that Silver's motivations included but were not limited to my emotional wellbeing. She had opinions about Kael's wolf that she communicated with varying degrees of subtlety and this was the less subtle version.

But she wasn't wrong.

I shifted on the blanket. Moved to stretch out on the grass beside him rather than sitting up, close enough that the distance became a different kind of distance. Kael's eyes opened. He turned his head and looked at me with the easy attention of someone who'd noticed the change without making it significant.

"You're going to get grass in your hair," he said.

a/n: this is basically inspired by that saying; he is a good man savannah,