Eira’s POV
I was happy about this vacation. It was the first of its kind in my life.
In the past, my days with those so called grandparents, all I had ever done was remain obedient within those suffocating walls, as instructed by those old hags, living under their rigid rules and constant scrutiny. Freedom had never truly belonged to .
The first faint taste of it had co when we arrived at the StormHowl Pack six years back. Those six months I spent with Alice.
I had been surprised then that they allowed to visit Alice’s ho, to spend ti with her and her family without interference.
At the ti, I had believed it was because they considered grown enough to take care of myself.
But now, I understood the truth.
They had done it deliberately. It had been part of their devious sche of destroy my life, this pack and everyone dear to . They had let taste freedom just enough that I forgot caution. I had not doubted them. I had not suspected a thing.
And now, this vacation was different. This ti I was traveling with my son. With my family. Roman had clicked a lot of pictures of everyone. I was going to fra so many of them.
At monts, it felt unreal, as though I were still dreaming.
Raven and I were genuinely happy.
Yet beneath that joy, I sensed a heaviness in the air.
The other five behaved normally, but sothing had felt different today. They were unusually calm. There was no chaos, no playful bickering as there usually was.
Rafe teased as always, yet sothing felt incomplete, like his mind seed elsewhere.
Lucian was quiet. Too quiet. There was a tension among them, subtle yet unmistakable.
I could feel it clearly. I had grown so accustod to their presence that even the slightest change unsettled .
When Lucian had told earlier to be with Rafe, I sensed sothing was not right between them. I wondered if they had fought. Rafe’s teasing nature could be relentless, and Lucian’s patience had limits.
The others appeared to have deliberately refrained from stepping between them.
"What are you thinking, Caldwell?" Rafe’s voice drifted to from beside my seat.
I turned toward him, studying his face closely. His eyes. The faint curve of his lips. I searched for sothing beneath his expression, as though I could peel back the surface and glimpse what he refused to show.
He smirked and leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Having so naughty thoughts, Caldwell?"
I frowned. The bastard could never remain serious for long. Perhaps this was how he had irritated Lucian as well.
"In your dreams," I replied coolly and turned my gaze away.
He shifted closer again, invading my space deliberately, his breath warm against my ear. "Co with ."
I turned to face him fully this ti, offering him a silent, questioning glare.
"Just co with ," he repeated softly.
In this moving caravan, there was hardly anywhere to go beyond one corner or another.
He rose to his feet and extended his hand toward .
I accepted it, using his support as I stood carefully.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
He gestured toward the staircase. "You haven’t seen the upper floor."
I had not.
I turned instinctively toward Raven, who was engrossed in a video ga on the television with Roman. I was about to call him when Rafe stopped .
"He’s in the middle of an important battle," he said lightly. "Not good to stop him midway."
He was right.
I glanced at Kael, who sat beside Raven, calmly guiding him and instructing him on how to defeat Roman. None of them looked in my direction, as though they were unaware of my presence altogether.
"Let’s go," Rafe said softly, guiding toward the stairs.
For a fleeting mont, I felt as though the others were deliberately leaving alone with him. Lucian had told to be with Rafe, and the rest of them seed to have silently agreed to it.
Did they want to mate with Rafe?
Not in this moving caravan... right?
And Rafe himself had said countless tis that he had no intention of mating with . Then what was happening?
He held my hand as we ascended. Despite the caravan being in motion, it was steady enough to walk comfortably. The small spiral staircase curved upward, and within monts we reached the upper floor.
It was just as luxurious as the lower one, though the arrangent here resembled a grand shared bedroom. Four beds were arranged in pairs, two below and two above, neatly positioned. At the far end stood a larger bed near glass-paneled walls that offered a scenic view, with a small lounge area set between.
It looked like a perfect arrangent for the five of them, as though they had taken such vacations before.
I wondered if they had.
"You seem to like it," he said, watching my expression.
I nodded softly.
Still holding my hand, he led toward the large bed at the far end. My heartbeat had already grown uneven, unsettled by the uncertainty of his intentions. I glanced down at our joined hands, then at his broad back as he walked ahead of .
For all the ways he infuriated , I did not hate him.
The warmth of his palm seeped into , steady and grounding, and for a brief mont I beca aware of nothing but our presence in that quiet space above.
We stopped beside the bed, and he finally turned to face .
My heartbeat quickened instantly, drumming loudly in my ears.
He released my hand, only to slide his arms around and lift effortlessly into his embrace.
"Rafe..." His na escaped my lips as nothing more than a breath, fragile and uncertain.
He placed gently upon the bed and leaned over , his palms braced against the mattress on either side of my body. His face hovered close, his presence overwhelming in the confined space.
"Why do you look at as if I am about to drain your blood?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
The bastard deliberately ran his tongue slowly along his canines.
My breath caught.
I swallowed hard, my gaze involuntarily drawn to the movent of his tongue. The deliberate tease. The confidence in the way he looked down at , his predatory red eyes aware of the effect he was having.
What the fuck is wrong with ?
Am I already getting seduced?
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