Maxwell POVSince our trip to the lake a few days ago, the pack house has been fairly quiet, which is a relief as I’ve wanted to stay home and spend time with Laura. She’s been making herself known at breakfast and dinner in my private kitchen, even helping Ava out with a few things to keep herself busy.I don’t want to put all my faith in the bond because I want to give Laura all the credit for how hard she’s been trying to settle, despite this not being her true home, but I know the bond between us is helping her realize she can learn to trust me. I want nothing more than for it to be authentic, but I can’t physically slow the bond. It’s inevitable.That’s why I’m making sure she knows exactly what the bond is doing between us because I want to be honest. The ball is always in her court; I’ve made that clear from the start.Laura is currently in the living room reading a book with a hot chocolate and a blanket. I decide to leave her to it, to give her some time alone if that’s wha
Maxwell POVYou would think I had never seen a woman in a dress before. She’s beautiful in a jumper and lounge pants. I am not denying that, but I’m dying to see Laura dressed up.“Well…” I shrug. “I look forward to it.”“You should.” Ava wags her eyebrows at me.“What are you doing tonight, Luce?”“Bash is taking me out for dinner.”I nod. “Nice.”“What about you guys?”My eyes wander over to Laura, who is already staring at me. “I was hoping to cook this one a nice dinner. What do you say?”The corners of her lips curl subtly, and she nods with bright eyes. “Yeah. I’d like that.”“Cute.” Ava gives me a wink. “Well, you guys enjoy it. I need to start getting ready.”When my sister is gone, I focus on Laura again. “Is there anything in particular you’d like for dinner?”She nibbles on her bottom lip for a long moment. “Surprise me.”My brows raise at her suggestion. “Okay. Surprised it is.”“How was town today?” I ask as we dig into our dinner.Laura nods and covers her mouth as she
Laura POVI Can't stop the thoughts that flood my mind. My brain reacts to Maxwell’s actions by seizing up like muscle memory. Right now, there isn’t a single thought without a filter.I gasp for a breath as I reach my room, sheltering inside for some privacy, but I’m not alone with the loudness inside my head.One hand is pressed firmly against my chest, and the other grips my hair. I groan in agony, desperate for these voices and impulses to leave me alone and spare me some peace.My head whips towards the door, and I lurch forward to lock it. I shove my back against the wood and slowly sink to the floor, sobbing into my hands. As soon as my legs hit the ground, I crumble into a hyper-sensitive state.I tighten my hands into fists so intensely that my fingernails dig into my palms. My eyes shut as I try to control my breathing, but I can’t seem to distract myself. Everything is so loud, and I cannot push it out.There is an ache between my brows, growing over my eyes and into the b
Laura POVMy eyes focus on the ceiling as I release a shuddering breath. Why can’t I be normal? I’m so fucked up that I wonder if I’ll ever stand a chance of going back to how I once was.Stop saying that, Laura. You are not fucked up. It’s Max again.He’s reading my thoughts. How? I’m too exhausted to argue right now.I thought you were giving me space, I responded blankly.Maxwell’s voice flitters for a moment. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hear your thoughts, he states slowly, and each word sounds so sincere that it’s hard to digest. When you think of k something with intense passion, it floats in your mind the next second. It’s a part of our bond that connects us. I’ll teach you how to put your shields up. I don’t want to intrude on your privacy.I have questions, but I don’t have any energy; I mind linking weakly.Then save it. Please can we talk when I get back?My eyelids shut, and I twist onto my side, tucking myself into a tiny ball with my head firmly on the pillow.Laura?Ok
Maxwell POVThe second I knew Laura was hurting herself, I abandoned my meeting with the district Alphas and raced home as fast as possible. Despite her unskilled attempt to try and block me out, I could still feel every inch of her physical pain.I roar at Ava through our mindlink to check on Laura before it’s too late. I won’t get home in time, but at least she will be there with the pack doctors on standby. The journey back to the house is silent and agonizing. By the time I cross our territory borders and run to the front door, I’m up the stairs quicker than I can blink.My hand presses to Laura’s door, and I find my sister sitting beside her on the bed with Gemma to her left. She’s lying on her front, and my eyes roam her bare back. It’s clear of broken skin, but it remains red and blotchy.“Is she okay?” I whisper as my eyes flick to her face.She looks peaceful, but I can’t help but feel she’s content being asleep. It makes my chest compress to the point my lungs can’t even t
Maxwell POVOur gazes meet, and her hands pick at the skin around her nails. I despise the action because I know she does it when she’s anxious.“Yeah?”A single tear rolls down her cheek. “D-don’t go,” she whispers tragically, and I sag in relief and torment all rolled into one. “I’m tired of feeling alone.”My fingers itch to lean over and cuddle her. What I wouldn’t give to make her feel comfortable enough to hug me to prove to her all I want to give is affection and care. Nothing less.“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper back.Laura’s lips quiver until she breaks down, sobbing into her hands uncontrollably. My heart moves to my throat, and my wolf screams at me to do something.I step towards the bed and bend to the edge to not intimidate her.“Laura.”“I couldn’t make them go away.”“Make what goes away?”“The thoughts. They were everywhere. They were so loud.”More tears sprout from her eyes as her breathing increases.“Why didn’t you tell me, Laura? I would have been there for
Laura POVStroke warm sunlight hits my face as I slowly stir from my sleep. My hands lift to rub my eyes, and I slump back into the pillows. I feel somewhat better than yesterday. My body still feels psychologically and physically exhausted, but after my conversation with Maxwell, things felt more doable.Most hugs say nothing at all, but hugs from Maxwell say a million different things. They might be silent, but I can hear them. Even if the last thing I wanted to do was give into the bond, I couldn’t fuse my calmness, especially when it.I swipe the sheets from my body and stand on achy legs. My arms lift above my head, and I stretch out to my maximum capacity. I glance down at my bedside table to find a note with a few words scribbled down.Never forget how strong you are Max.I blink at the paper and take it in my hands. A small zap rushes down my spine when I pick it up, like an electrical current that tightens our bond.My hands press the small note to my chest, and I take a d
Laura POV I take one step forward and then glance back at Maxwell, who is smiling at me with support. “I’ll wait for you out here.”My eyes don’t leave his as I stall for a moment. “Laura?” Gemma says.“Do you want to come in with me?” I ask Maxwell.He blinks at my request. “Sure.” He nods. “You want me to?”“If it’s too much for you, then you don’t have to.”“No.” He steps forward immediately. “I want to. I want to be there for you.”I nod and clear my throat. “Okay.”When I turn back to Gemma, she’s beaming at Maxwell as I walk inside her office. Maxwell waits for me to take a seat, but he doesn’t know I don’t like to sit down. I don’t like being confined. I express myself better when I’m walking around because it helps my blood flow. It also reminds me I can leave whenever I want. If I sit down, I know my entire body will cramp up from the nightmares of my past.“Maxwell, please sit.” Gemma points at any of the Laurailable chairs.I stand near the window and pace slowly. All