Chapter 97. Mother’s Silent Prayer

Heather POV

Two months have passed, and for the first time in what feels like forever, life feels calm. There’s a certain serenity in the air that soothes my restless soul. Stretching my arms above my head, I breathe in the crisp morning air before starting my yoga routine. The warm embrace of sunlight filters through the trees, and the soft breeze kisses my skin. Yoga has become my new ritual—a gentler path the doctor recommended after I had to step back from my usual intense training. It’s strange, but this peaceful morning rhythm makes me feel more grounded.

After yoga, I head inside to shower and get ready for the day. Today’s agenda is simple yet important: spending time with the Pack members, checking progress,dmit with a gasp, my cheeks heating up. Before I can say more, his lips find the sensitive spot on my neck, making me shiver. 

“You’re mine, Heather,” he growls softly, his voice filled with possession. “And don’t think I didn’t no