Chapter 275

His words triggered something deep within me, something I hadn't felt in all my years as a warrior. I had trained alongside the best in Carlo's pack, fighting until my body was battered, bruised, and spent. Yet his words held a power that went beyond any physical strain I'd endured. They made my knees weaken, revealing the undeniable truth in every syllable he uttered. Leonardo had always been brutally honest. He never bothered with comforting lies or softened truths. He spoke his mind without a second thought, a quality I'd come to respect even when it stung. And so, as my fingers traced the strong line of his neck, skimming over the vein that pulsed beneath his skin, I couldn't stop the soft laugh that escaped me. I felt like a foolish, love-struck teenager, giddy and unguarded.