Norlan.
The guy had been floating on a damn cloud since Brie’s twenty-first birthday and her transition two weeks ago.
Turns out they were fated mates.
Norlan was smitten. Gone. So far gone.
He looked like he’d been high on Brie since the second their eyes met.
Funny how fate works, though.
Of all the females on earth, Norlan had to be paired with someone from the pack of Alpha Saint – Kester’s number one rival.
A man who would gladly rip Kester apart if given the chance. And one Kester wouldn’t hesitate to bury six feet under, no questions asked.
Yet here we are.
Brie and Norlan can’t keep their hands off each other.
Kester can’t stop rolling his eyes at the whole situation.
And I-pregnant, hormonal, overly pampered, and trying not to cry at commercials-am stuck in the middle of this beautiful chaos.
But even with all the tension, the politics, and the tragedy we’ve survived…
Something about this life felt worth it.
Maybe it was the quiet moments.
Or the way Kester looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching.
Or maybe it was knowing that even with everything we lost, we still had something to fight for.
A family.
A future.
Us.
The door slowly slid open, and I turned my head just enough to see who had come in.
I was met with the brightest smile I’d seen all day – wide, genuine, reaching all the way to his eyes. I wanted to match it. God, I wanted to. But all I could manage was a tired, crooked lift of my lips. A smile that didn’t quite reach.
His expression faltered. He crossed the room in a heartbeat and dropped to his knees in front of me, “Hey. Come on, my love… what is it?” he asked so tenderly, “Did someone say something? Did someone hurt you?”
I shook my head, my eyes drifting downward. ‘No, Kes… It’s nothing like that.”
He didn’t interrupt me.
I sighed, “It’s just… I mean… It’s all happening so fast. Like a fairytale.”
He bowed his head for a second before lifting his gaze to meet mine again. “I know, baby, Who would have thought, right?” He smiled.
“I lost our baby, Kester… I just feel like a mother who already failed… Even though I still have two inside me, needing me to be strong for them.” I whispered.
Kester’s shoulders lowered a little as he cupped my face in his hands. “No… Don’t say that. Don’t even think that.”
I attempted to look away to hide the tears that were already gathering in my eyes, but he held my face still. “Hey… look at me,” he whispered. “You didn’t fail, Kasmine. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
My throat tightened.
“You’re still carrying two babies. You’re still their mother. And you’re still fighting every single day to protect them. That’s not failure, that’s strength. A kind I don’t even know if I deserve to witness, let alone be beside.”
His thumb brushed over my cheekbone. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the warmth of his touch wipe away the tears.
I blinked hard, drawing in a long, shuddering breath. “I feel so… hollow, Kester,” I whispered. “Like I’m empty and full at the same time. It doesn’t make sense. My heart is breaking and pounding at the same time.”
He reached for my hand and brought it to his chest, pressing it right over his heartbeat. “Then let me fill up that space.
SHAR
KASMINE.
*Would you let me?” He whispered, searching my eyes, “I’ll take the lead… You’ll follow… Allow me to heal those wounds, baby.”
I let out a shaky breath and nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
He leaned in slowly, like he was waiting for me to flinch or pull away. When I didn’t, he pulled me closer. My heart gave a small thud, and he paused with his lips just mere inches away from mine.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you…” He whispered slowly, “It’s just a kiss… You’re safe… You’re not alone in this
And then he kissed me.
At first, I froze and didn’t know how to react or what to do. This would be the first time we’d kissed since I regained consciousness. And he’d been patient with me all along. And my ongoing post-trauma therapy was already producing results.
He kept going slowly, like he was reading every breath I took, and every tiny flinch or shift in my body. He didn’t want to just kiss me… he wanted me to remember what it meant to be kissed by someone who actually loved you.
My lips moved slightly.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Keep going…” he murmured into my mouth, the heat of his breath mixing with mine. His voice cracked on the edges. “God, I’ve fucking missed you, Mine…”
That word – Mine – sounded more like a plea to me… To my inner self.
I parted my lips fully, and the moment I did, it was like a dam broke between us.
He didn’t hold back. He sank into me like he’d been starving. I could feel the maddening, slow domination, like he wanted to relearn every single inch of my mouth, and take his fucking time doing it. My thighs pressed together on instinct, clenching against the ache building in me.
His hand slipped from the side of my face down to my waist, tugging me into him until I could feel every beat of his heart drumming against mine.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned into my mouth, in a thick, ragged voice. “I’ve missed this… I’ve missed you. Fuck…”
His other hand moved, trailing down to cradle the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into him. I didn’t realize how badly I needed that firm but gentle touch of his.
I moaned into the kiss, and this time, I didn’t hold back. I let go. I let myself sink into him, and into the warmth of his mouth.
I didn’t just kiss him back. remembered everything.
And I wanted more.
KESTER.
At first, when she froze, I did too.
I was afraid to push too far, or too fast. This was the first time our lips would touch since she woke up… since everything broke and started to mend again.
God, I didn’t want to mess this up.
I cupped her face gently, like she’d break. My thumb stroked the edge of her cheekbone, and I leaned in slowly, giving her every chance to pull away. But she didn’t
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