We Saved Two Werewolves And Now Our Possessive Mates Won’t Let Us Go Chapter 08
He didn’t come in. He just stood there quietly, like he was waiting for Fiona’s permission.
Fiona watched him for a long moment before finally opening the door.
Hadrian stepped inside. The wound in his shoulder clearly hadn’t fully healed. He still looked unwell.
He didn’t try to get close. He just stopped in front of Fiona and said quietly, “I gathered all the surveillance footage and witness statements from that night and gave them to the pack office lawyer and the Blackmoon council of elders. Hailey is going to be formally charged.”
Fiona looked at him.
“You think that’s enough?”
He was silent for a moment.
“I know it’s not.”
“I just wanted you to know I’ll handle it all. You don’t have to carry any of it.”
Fiona didn’t answer.
The room stayed quiet for a long time, filled only with the sound of rain outside and the crackle of the fire.
Finally, she said flatly, “Dry off first. Don’t drip all over the floor.”
Hadrian looked visibly caught off guard, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.
But he quickly lowered his head to hide his expression and only said softly, “Okay.”
That night, Jacob sat quietly by the fireplace and let me rebandage his wound.
When I finished, he asked in a low voice, “Veronica, what else can I do?”
I put the scissors back into the kit and answered slowly.
“I want you to speak up the moment something happens, not regret it afterward.”
“I want you to respect my right to say no. No matter how scared you are, you don’t get to decide for me.”
“I want you to understand that if I stay with you, it will be because I chose to, not because you forced me.”
He listened in silence. After a long pause, he said quietly, “I understand.”
I looked at him and added one last thing.
“And one more thing.”
“Fiona will always be the most important person in my life. Wherever she goes, I’m not leaving her behind.”
Jacob was silent for two seconds, then nodded.
“I know. I’ll learn to accept that.”
On the other side of the room, Fiona and Hadrian’s conversation was winding down too.
Hadrian didn’t make any grand promises or offer dramatic compensation. He just sat on the other side of the fire and said quietly, “I used to think that if I was strong enough, the outside world couldn’t get to you.”
“Will you give me another chance?”
Fiona leaned back in her chair, still composed.
“We’ll see.”
“But Hadrian, remember this. I’m not a trophy standing behind you, and I’m not someone who’ll always be there the second you turn around.”
Slowly, Hadrian’s eyes lit up, as if he’d finally seen the first hint of daylight.
“Okay.”
He said it quickly and with absolute certainty.
“I’ll remember.”