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VANESSA

I glance over at Callum as he drives, the shadows dancing ominously across his profile.

He really is beautiful. His face is seared into my memory, but I still get caught up in looking at him sometimes, admiring his sharp jawline and impeccable bone structure. The symmetry of his features is almost too perfect to be real- like he was cut from stone, some sculptor’s fantasy brought to life.

It’s not his face that gets me, though. Or even his body, stacked with mouth- watering lean muscle that ripples with every movement. It’s the way he sets me ablaze with a single glance. The way he puts on a hard front with other people but softens all of his sharp edges for me. The way he lets me see the real him, and the way he really sees me.

It’s the sweet words and the gentle touches and the all-consuming intensity of his presence. Every time I’m with him, I’m reminded why I fell for him in the first place- and why even after everything he put me through, I’m still hopelessly, crazily, irrevocably in love with Callum Conway. 2

We spent hours up on that mountain overlook today. We kissed and cuddled and spilled our secrets, then watched the sun set over the horizon. I didn’t want to leave, afraid that the spell would wear off the moment we did. It hasn’t yet, and now I’m watching him from the

passenger seat, contemplating what life could look like if I opened myself up to trusting him again.

The truth is, I want to forgive him. I want to move forward. It’s not pride or

stubbornness that’s holding me back, it’s the crippling fear that he’ll abandon me again and I won’t be able to survive it a second time. Loving and being loved by Callum isn’t safe or sensible, but it sets my soul on fire. It makes me feel truly awake and alive, and now that I’ve been without that fire and had it reignited, I know there’s no going back. This is it.

He’s it.

The way he opened up to me today revealed that there’s a way forward for us, but it’s still scary and uncertain. It doesn’t come with any guarantees. I just have to decide if I’m willing to take the leap of faith; if I’m willing to trust him to be there to catch me if I do.

I’m so tangled up in my own thoughts that I don’t even realize we’ve made it back to the packhouse until Cal cuts the engine of the Corvette, unbuckling his seatbelt and climbing out of the car to walk me to the door. As we start up the front walk, I contemplate asking him to come inside, not ready to leave this little bubble of contentment we’ve been in all day. The invitation is on the tip of my tongue when the door swings open before we can even reach it, Vienna peering out at the two of us anxiously.

“Good, you’re back,” she breathes, ushering me inside. I hesitate, but then she looks pointedly toward Cal, beckoning him with a lift of her chin. ” You too, Romeo. Come on in.”

My brow furrows in confusion, but Vee doesn’t clue me in as to what’s going on. My puzzlement is short lived, though- understanding quickly dawns on me when I cross the threshold and spot Rob and Chase standing together in the kitchen waiting for us.

incident last year when he returned from Denver, and here he is, back from his trip and looking at Callum with a stoic

the room to us, greeting Cal with a fist bump and leaning in to speak to him in a low murmur. “Not trying to ambush you with this, but after you told me about what happened

see his shuttered gaze, I suddenly feel guilty for asking Chase to do this, forcing Cal to

what they

to Chase, giving him a jerky nod in agreement. I release a breath I didn’t even

and settling in. I plop down right beside Cal, setting a hand on his thigh and giving him a pointed look.” You’ve got

for starters, you’re right that Vaughn had doubts about what happened that night,” Rob says

his salt and pepper hair flopping down over his

really turn on the whole serious Alpha thing like a switch-sometimes it’s

as if trying to jog his memory. “Mostly, the way Troy hauled Cal in here that night, demanding exile. It’s not

tensing beside mine. I give his thigh a little squeeze in support.

way, that didn’t sit right with Vaughn.” He turns back to Chase, eyes rounded in sincerity. “He thought about what he would’ve done if it were you that night. He’d have asked for leniency, not exile. Maybe even

comparison,” he grits out. “Troy isn’t half the man Alpha Vaughn was, and he’s never thought

again. “Maybe not, but it still didn’t sit right with him that Troy was calling for you to be exiled. Vaughn didn’t believe in punishing people for honest mistakes.

night, so he knew it wasn’t

murmurs, staring down at his interlaced hands. ”

Young. Stupid.”

“Exactly,” Rob sighs.

I can’t help but feel a little bit deflated. I was hoping that Rob would be able to

on the edge of her seat. She’s been really into true crime documentaries lately, so this whole thing is right up her alley. Her eyes are sparkling with twisted fascination, her body practically buzzing

lodge with some rich guy all week. He left the night before and paid up the room through the weekend, and she probably thought she could make some cash off of the other guests if she hung around.”

never asked me for money,” Callum grumbles, his eyes

off,” Rob suggests. “Or maybe she’d already had a paying customer earlier, because she had a bunch of cash in her purse. Vaughn was more caught up on Troy’s reaction to the whole thing, though. Given how pushy he was about you being punished, Vaughn thought that Troy being the one there who just happened to catch you seemed a little…

up. “He thought it was

hesitates for a beat, frowning. “He couldn’t prove anything.”

there was something off about this story, and based upon what Rob just told us, I’m not the only one. Alpha Vaughn suspected something fishy, too. Armed with that knowledge, maybe now we can finally do what he couldn’t- get to the bottom of what really happened last year.

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