Buried by My Alpha Crowned novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Six months later, I found myself standing in Froste’s pack house kitchen, watching him cook breakfast. It was a Saturday morning, and for the first time in years. I had nowhere urgent to be.

“You’re staring,” he said without turning around.

“I’m observing.” I corrected. “There’s a difference.”

He laughed, the sound warm and familiar. “And what are you observing?”

“That you still burn the eggs when you’re nervous.”

I’m not nervous.”

You asked me to move in with you last night, and now you’re burning breakfast. You’re definitely nervous.”

He turned to face me, spatula in hand. “You haven’t given me an answer yet.”

‘d been thinking about it all night. The past six months had been a careful dance of rebuilding trust, of learning to be vulnerable again. Froste had been patient never pushing, never demanding more than I was ready to give.

I’m scared,” I admitted.

Of me?”

Of this. Of letting myself depend on someone again.” I gestured between us. “What if I’m not ready? What if I mess this up? I’ve never had a real family, Froste.

don’t know how to do this.”

Then we’ll figure it out together.” He set down the spatula and moved closer. “Evelyn, I’ve been in love with you since we were twenty years old. I waited while you were with Cassian, I waited while you healed from what he did to you, and I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

You shouldn’t have to wait-”

I want to wait. You’re worth waiting for. And you’re not alone anymore. You have me. You have this pack. You have a family now, even if it’s not the one you vere born into.”

My wolf stirred, cautiously optimistic. She liked this man. She trusted him in a way she’d never trusted Cassian.

Okay,” I said quietly.

Okay?”

Okay, I’ll move in with you. But I keep my apartment for now. Just in case.”

Just in case,” he agreed, though his smile told me he wasn’t worried about any ‘just in case’ scenarios.

iving with Froste was like coming home to myself. He gave me space when I needed it, held me when I didn’t know I needed that either. My wolf grew tronger, more confident. She started to trust again, to hope again.

I want to tell you something,” I said one evening as we sat on his pack house porch, watching the sunset.

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