*"There you go,"* Alan praised, his voice thick with something tender, something that felt like worship. *"That’s my girl."*
Alek hummed against her skin, his lips skimming over her collarbone. *"Our girl."*
I could feel the shift in her, the way her stormy thoughts started to settle, replaced by something softer, something safer. Her fingers found mine, squeezing, grounding herself in us.
For the first time in hours, she wasn’t fighting against the bond, against the whirlwind of emotions she didn’t know how to process.
She was *letting us in*.
And f**k, that meant everything.
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Now, as we walked down the hallway of the pack hospital, the scent of antiseptic and fresh linens filling the air, Amber was tucked between Alan and me, Alek just a step behind. Her small hand
