Alena

Becca’s hesitant smile warms my heart, even if it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Her words—praise wrapped in vulnerability—linger in the air, a fragile bridge connecting our souls.

“Thank you,” I whisper, the weight of their acceptance lifting a burden I hadn’t realized I carried. The room seems to exhale, and I step closer to the trio who have become my sanctuary.

“Come here, you stubborn wolf,” Becca murmurs, arms open wide. We embrace, our bodies ...