Chapter 372 372
Sabine POV
Four weeks later.
I’ve been training relentlessly day after day, without slowing down.
My body has changed. I have muscles now. Real muscles. Strength I never knew I could possess. Maurice has shaped me into a weapon, and I love every second of it. I’ve never felt this powerful in my life. Never this in control.
I’ve started joining pack training too though only when Maurice is there. And I can’t help but notice Odette is nowhere around anymore. Hugo, however, is back. Out of the hospital and already standing with the warriors again.
It was three weeks ago when I first saw him there.
Standing in the morning light with the others, waiting for orders like nothing had happened.
The sight of him shattered the little bubble I’d been living in the one where I pretended he hadn’t nearly died because of me.
My heart practically leapt from my chest.
I wasn’t expecting him.
I stopped dead in my tracks. Even took a step backward as guilt tore through me.
Maurice had been behind me. With a gentle but firm press to my back, he guided me forward straight toward Hugo.
I pulled Hugo aside immediately, my apology spilling out in a rush.
But he wouldn’t accept it.
Not even for a second.
He refused to let me blame myself. Said I’d done nothing wrong. That it was his duty to protect his Luna. That no apology was needed.
Things between Maurice and me have been good. Really good.
We’re sharing a bedroom now. Sleeping beside each other every night.
I’ve grown used to his presence. Used to sharing my space again. His warmth. His breathing.
We kiss.
We cuddle.
But every time things start to move toward something more… he pulls away.
I don’t know if it’s me.
If I’m doing something wrong.
But the doubt has started creeping in, twisting in my chest.
Maurice is perfection crafted by the gods themselves. There’s no denying that.
How could I not find him irresistible?
So maybe the problem is me.
Maybe there’s something about me he doesn’t find attractive.
Something missing.
Something that makes him stop.
A few nights ago, I didn’t push it.
I already knew how it would end.
My hands had slid over his firm stomach, tracing those sculpted muscles, drifting toward his waistband and just like every other time, he let out that strained groan before shifting away from me.
That sound has been haunting my thoughts ever since.
This morning, I wake early like always.
My body clock refuses to change probably from years of farm life shaping me into an early riser.
The sky is still dark as I quietly move around the kitchen, trying not to make a sound while I prepare breakfast for Maurice and myself.
It’s Saturday.
Our first real day off together in a while.
He’s been working nonstop, staying late with this new security system he’s been testing.
He’s exhausted.
So I decided to surprise him breakfast in bed. Something special for once.
“Flour… where did I put the flour?” I mutter to myself, tapping my finger against my chin as I crouch down to open the lower cupboards.
I lean my head inside to search properly
BANG.
A sudden noise makes me jerk, smacking my head against the cupboard above.
“Ow---”
“Hello?” a voice calls out.
I turn quickly, rubbing the sore spot on my head, facing the kitchen doorway.
I expect to see someone standing there.
But it’s empty.
Nothing.
No one.
I sigh softly.
I must be tired.
No one else would be awake this early not in the alpha house. And if they were, it would be because something was wrong. An emergency.
I turn back to the cupboard. I’ve finally spotted the flour and reach for it
“Hello?”
My breath catches.
I whip around again.
I definitely didn’t imagine that.
My heart starts to pound as I slowly walk toward the kitchen door, peering out into the darkness beyond.
Ghosts aren’t real… are they?
There was a time I didn’t believe in werewolves either.
But I don’t feel that creepy sensation. No prickling at the back of my neck. No feeling of being watched.
Surely I’d sense it if something was there.
“Hello?” I call out softly, my voice trembling despite myself.
“Hello?”
I hear it again.
But not with my ears.
It’s inside my head.
“Who’s there?” I ask silently, my pulse racing.
“Your wolf,” a gentle feminine voice replies.
“My… wolf?”
“Yes, dear. Hello.”
I freeze.
Every muscle locks in place caught between fight and flight.
And I choose flight.
“Maurice!” I scream, spinning around and sprinting up the stairs as fast as my legs can carry me.