#Chapter Thirteen: The Attraction

Elijah I submerged myself in the warm water, letting it envelop me like a comforting embrace. The heat seeped into my muscles, washing away the tension that had accumulated in my shoulders. Yet, my mind was far from at ease. The weight of responsibility hung heavily on me, particularly concerning Olivia’s postpartum depression. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had a role in her struggles, but I had no intention of reconciling with her. She had hurt our daughter, and there was no excusing that. Despite my wolf’s persistent yearning for her, howling in my mind like a banshee, I refused to let those primal instincts dictate my choices. I knew that my wolf had lost its sense of reason entirely, turning my heart into a battleground between loyalty and desire. What baffled me even more was that fleeting moment earlier when Agnes’s blood had triggered something deep within me. For just an instant, I found myself thinking she could be my mate. The idea sent chills down my spine