Chapter 0095

The bond between my father and Mr. Sinclair runs deeper than friendship—it’s brotherhood. They banter and tease each other like siblings, a side of Dad I’ve never witnessed before. It’s refreshing.

Evelyn looks just as stunned as I am when Dad admits he had to convince Mom to date him. I mentally scold Mr. Sinclair for bringing up how female wolves are drawn to dominant males. Way to sabotage me, Grant.

Hearing Dad commissioned Mom’s jewelry set—the same one that inspired Evelyn’s—hits me hard. I never connected the dots before. Mom’s eyes had always reminded me of the gemstones, which led me to choose something similar for Evelyn.

While I speak, Selene steps forward, proudly displaying the alluring eyes I’m describing. Theron isn’t far behind, making it clear he’s fully committed to me.

Mr. Sinclair’s remark—"like father, like son"—fills me with pride. Dad is everything an Alpha should be: strong, devoted, and loving. I can only hope to measure up when it’s my turn.

Listening to Mr. Sinclair recount how he won over Ivy Sinclair gives me hope for Evelyn and me. She doesn’t realize we’re mates yet, but I know. Just like our parents, fate will bring us together.

We pause to clear the table for dessert. Dad brought one of Mom’s homemade pies. "What flavor this time?" I ask.

Evelyn opens the fridge and sniffs. "Peanut butter?" Her tone is uncertain.

I move behind her, sliding an arm around her waist as I lean in. "Definitely peanut butter. Best pie ever. Want to make coffee?"

She directs me to the supplies while she starts washing dishes. Our fathers remain in the dining room, lost in nostalgia, leaving us alone in the kitchen.

There’s an intimacy in this mundane moment—moving around each other, sharing space. It’s everything I want. A future with Evelyn, a home, a family. For a heartbeat, I imagine the sounds of cartoons in the background, tiny feet racing through the house as we clean up together.

The emotions overwhelm me. I can’t resist.

I take her soapy hands, turn her toward me, and cup her face. My kiss is desperate, pouring every ounce of my longing into it. I need her to feel it—not just desire, but devotion. Forever.

Her scent, her taste, the way her lips yield to mine—I’m lost in her. My fingers tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as my tongue explores her mouth. One leg slips between hers, our bodies melding together.

Reality crashes back when someone loudly clears their throat.

I freeze.

We’re in full view of both our fathers—Grant Sinclair and Alistair Grey—with Evelyn clinging to my shirt, her lips swollen, her eyes dazed.

And I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.