Cora
Even hours later, I could still feel Kingston’s arms around me—warm, steady, unshakable. Panic attacks were something I’d lived with most of my life, especially when I was confined to small spaces, but that one had been brutal. I couldn’t shake the memory of the cold air, the locked door, the dark space closing in… it was like being buried alive.
And then he came.
Kingston.
He’d shifted into his wolf form to break through the warehouse door, and when he saw me shaking on the floor, he didn’t hesitate.
No judgment. No demands. Just strength. Just warmth. Just him. In that moment, something inside me shifted.
The man I had once feared, resented, and admittedly, misunderstood, had held me like I mattered. Like I was more than just a human employee beneath his notice. He didn’t
