Chapter 92

Caroline's POV "Please, Caroline, just think about it one more time," Draven’s voice was low, almost pleading. "You and Liam belong with me—in my home, in my life, in my pack." "Draven, I told you I need time," I said softly, my resolve already beginning to slip under the weight of his voice. "This weekend away is supposed to help me clear my head." "I miss you both more than I know how to say, Carrie. It hurts." I ended the call and sat quietly for a moment, letting his voice linger in my mind. Over the past week, Draven hadn’t kept his distance, no matter what we had agreed. He called every day, asking how Liam and I were doing, his tone always gentle, never pressing. My apartment was filled with flowers he sent, their scent a constant reminder of him, and his afternoon deliveries always arrived just when I needed a break. But it was the nights that unraveled me most. After Liam fell asleep, we’d talk for hours, his voice low and warm through the phone, wrapping around me like a comf