Chapter 145\u00a0<\/p>\n
Third Person\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
On the other side of the manor, Kian was doing his duty with the patience of a saint\u2014or a martyr. He had checked the IV in Aysel\u2019s room several times, and each time he walked in, he was force-fed another mouthful of \u201cmate-bond dog food.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The less potion left in the hanging vial,\u00a0<\/p>\n
the heavier the single wolf\u2019s despair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the end, he simply couldn\u2019t take it anymore. With a dramatic sigh fit for a long-suffering Omega, he removed the needle, scooped up Daron and decided to take the freshly-awakened creature outside for a walk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThese two lightning-struck, star-damned wolf lovers\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He thought bitterly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cEven sunrise is less blinding.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet not even half an hour later, full of grievances and the petty joy of watching others suffer, Kian returned-smirking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In his left hand he held Daron\u2019s leash; in his right, an elaborately arranged bouquet of violet hyacinths, unmistakably decorated by a professional florist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, quietly preparing congee as though unaware he was radiating an Alpha\u2019s gloom that could suffocate a lesser wolf. The strongest Alpha on the continent was calmly stirring porridge like a domesticated mate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian released Daron, picked up the card pinned to the bouquet, and chirped:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTsk tsk tsk\u2026 Look what I brought for you~\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His desire to spectate drama practically oozed from his voice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus untied his apron with the slow, unhurried movements of a predator conserving its strength, lifted his gaze, and let his cold golden eyes skim across the flowers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThrow it away. She doesn\u2019t like hyacinths.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian blinked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/6\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was many things, but he was not suicidal enough to bring flowers for Aysel in front of Magnus. He would never volunteer to be ripped apart by a territorial Alpha whose wolf-Rafe\u00a0<\/p>\n
took mate-bond loyalty to the extreme.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bouquet was clearly arranged as a gift.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was only one explanation:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian had intercepted it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And only one wolf in the East would dare try to deliver flowers to Aysel Vale.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus didn\u2019t lift an eyelid. His expression was glacial.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian clicked his tongue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s strange. I heard these were Miss Aysel\u2019s favorite flowers.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had seen Damon Blackwood arguing with the guards at the entrance with this exact bouquet clutched in his hands.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The guards had already received orders:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Anyone trying to approach the residence of Unit 16 must be screened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Damon Blackwood refused to identify himself, nor call ahead. For all they knew, he could be a wolf with ill intent toward Aysel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Also\u2026 who the hell delivered flowers at this hour?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even wolves didn\u2019t wake this early.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian and Daron had watched the spectacle together. And of course Kian, whose gossip-lust ran deeper than his medical ethics, immediately guessed who the visitor was.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He walked up smiling politely,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you here to deliver flowers? I can help you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Since he came out from inside the complex-with a wolfhound-Damon naturally mistook him for a resident of Unit 16.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But when Damon hinted if he could be escorted inside, Kian shook his head firmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDelivering flowers is easy. But taking you in-if anything happens-I can\u2019t take that\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/6\u00a0<\/p>\n
responsibility.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
So Damon Blackwood had no choice but to hand over the bouquet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And then, embarrassingly, he asked Kian to pass on a message to Aysel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As expected from a physician with a refined air, Kian\u2019s demeanor was disarmingly gentle, earning Damon\u2019s trust. Damon knew he probably wouldn\u2019t be allowed inside today. After all- Magnus Sanchez was surely guarding the place like a wolf guarding his mate\u2019s den.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian listened to Damon\u2019s long, rambling apologies with a completely polite face and a completely empty brain. He yawned internally a dozen times.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Before leaving, Damon even hesitated and said,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry\u2026 but Aysel may still be asleep. Could you deliver them later?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had originally planned to wait outside himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After all, the car crash involving Anna-the fourth matriarch of the Sanchez family\u2014was no secret. Damon, who had been watching news of the Shadowbane and Moonvale packs since Magnus and Aysel appeared together at the birthday banquet, rushed over the moment he heard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had been sleepless. Worried.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still thinking of Aysel.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian silently clicked his tongue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This ex-boyfriend was annoyingly considerate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for the trouble.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at all. I\u2019m very free.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian replied with delight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was far too entertained to throw these flowers away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t remember the message, but the flowers should still be delivered. Don\u2019t waste them. Stick them in a vase-they look nice.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus gave him a flat, dagger-sharp glance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One minute later-\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian stood outside the villa doors, stomping his foot like an outraged Beta who had been robbed of his gossip privileges.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After working all night, without even a bowl of congee to reward him, the man he helped turned out to be a wolf who burnt bridges the second he crossed them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian\u2019s heart felt like winter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon, he heard sounds from inside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes\u00a0<\/p>\n
lit\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you weren\u2019t\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2014but the door cracked open, and Daron squeezed out, the bouquet clenched between his teeth. He cast Kian a single look-one that clearly said \u201cWhy is this dumb two-legger still here?\u201d-then promptly trotted off.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Straight toward the trash can.\u00a0<\/p>\n
66\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kian: \u201c\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Inside the villa-\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus picked up the card Daron had dropped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The words \u201cI\u2019m sorry\u201d and \u201cI love you\u201d sat on it, offensively bright.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He exhaled once, relit the flame beneath the stove, and held the corner of the card over it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He watched it burn to ash.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel awoke to find the house filled with flowers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She leaned over to sniff the crimson roses on the table, brows furrowing slightly as she looked at Magnus ladling porridge into a bowl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy so many flowers? Where\u2019s Kian?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus\u2019s voice was calm, unbothered\u2014dangerously convincing for a wolf who had burned a love confession minutes earlier.\u00a0<\/p>\n
4\/6\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing. Flowers help with recovery. He was busy, so he left.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel blinked, suspicious. She touched her chin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHmm. Something\u2019s off. You\u2019re unusually thoughtful today.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus scooped her up from where she was bending over the table, settling her in front of the perfectly-warm bowl of millet porridge.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes lowered, amber and dangerous.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen am I ever not good to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
From the moment they met, he\u2019d been a walking goldmine who solved everything with resources and brute strength. There was no \u201cbad.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel grinned, threw herself around his neck.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cJust hinting you can always get even better.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus pinched her cheek-the fever-flushed skin still soft and warm from recovery. He used a bit of force.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cTrying to trick me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face was too soft. Too fun to touch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel bit him. Hard. Right between the thumb and forefinger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo? Trick or not?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus hissed lightly and withdrew his hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It didn\u2019t hurt-nothing she did ever hurt him-but he pretended it did, lowering his Alpha pride like a wolf presenting its throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, alright. Traps, pits, fire\u2026 I\u2019ll jump into all of them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Satisfied, Aysel returned to her seat and pointed at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWater. My mouth feels dirty. I want to rinse.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus\u2019s smile curved like a slow, dark shadow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDisgusted with me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
5\/6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel puffed up.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m just keeping my clean-freak persona consistent.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Magnus snorted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDidn\u2019t see you disgusted when you kissed me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She glared.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t the one being proactive! And kissing your hand isn\u2019t the same as\u2014\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes dimmed. A hunting glow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The familiar dangerous glint made Aysel slap her hands over her mouth instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNope. Don\u2019t you dare. You\u2019re disgusting. Stop-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But her protests were useless.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The little rose who had just recovered from a fever-yet dared provoke the wolf Alpha-was pinned to the table and thoroughly kissed into obedience.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Aysel\u2019s lips were swollen and crimson when she finally drank her porridge, refusing to look at Magnus for a full thirty minutes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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