Chapter 410
Chapter 410:
I was going to die here in this fog. The thought brought a twisted sense of relief. My soul was already shattered; my body just needed to catch up.
“Auntie Carmella p>
The small, hesitant voice pierced through the heavy mist.
I froze, my breath hitching. Slowly, I turned my head. Stepping out from the swirling gray fog was a tiny figure. Jaxon. He was bundled in a thick winter coat, his dark eyes wide and filled with a heartbreaking level of distress as he took in my mud-stained, tear-streaked face.
𝗠оs𝘁 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 t𝗁is 𝗐ее𝗄 o𝗇 ѕ.𝗰𝗈𝘮
He didn’t hesitate. Driven by an instinct I couldn’t comprehend, the little pup rushed forward, dropping to his knees in the wet dirt right beside me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded, clean white handkerchief. With a gentleness that defied his young age, he reached out and carefully wiped the freezing mud and tears from my cheek.
The moment his warm, small hand brushed my skin, the thick ice encasing my soul cracked.
A choked gasp escaped my lips. I couldn’t stop myself. I lunged forward, dragging his small body against my chest, holding him so tightly it was as if he were the only thing tethering me to the earth. I buried my face in his small shoulder and greedily inhaled his scent. Milk and sweet grass. It was so pure, so incredibly warm. Jaxon immediately wrapped his little arms around my neck, hugging me back with all his might. For a fleeting second, the suffocating despair was pushed back by the sheer, radiant warmth of his embrace.
Then the air shifted.
The damp smell of decaying leaves was instantly obliterated by a heavy, intoxicating wave of rosemary and rain.
Grant Blackwell materialized from the fog like a phantom. He stood tall and imposing, his dark eyes locking onto me. Even without a wolf, I could feel the sheer, crushing weight of his Lycan aura pressing down on the graveyard.
A violent wave of embarrassment and shame crashed over me. I was kneeling in the mud, broken and hysterical, clutching his son. I hastily loosened my grip on Jaxon, scrambling to wipe my face with the back of my bleeding hand.
“I was just visiting,” I stammered, my voice hoarse and pathetic. “A distant relative. I didn’t expect p>
Grant didn’t expose my lie. His expression remained an unreadable mask of calm authority. “Jaxon had a nightmare,” he said smoothly, his deep voice vibrating through the freezing air. “He dreamt you were out here, crying in the cold. He insisted we find you p>
Before I could process the impossibility of that statement, Grant stepped forward. He didn’t ask for permission. He unbuttoned his heavy, black cashmere overcoat and draped it over my violently shivering shoulders. The residual heat of his body and the overwhelming power of his scent immediately enveloped me, swallowing me whole. It felt less like a coat and more like a cage forged in absolute dominance.
“We are leaving,” Grant commanded, his tone leaving zero room for negotiation. “Now p>
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