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Asher felt the words sink into him—not just the meaning, but the fear wrapped beneath them, the trembling hope Kaito was trying so hard to hide. He didn’t interrupt. He just listened. He gave Kaito the chance to let his worries be known, so he could understand what was going on in the inside of him. When Kaito finished, Asher inhaled, a slow, steady breath of air in. His wolf pressed against his ribs, wanting to answer first, but Asher kept his voice gentle when he finally spoke. “Kaito… I hear you. All of it.” He didn’t sugarcoat what came next—not when Kaito had trusted him with everything raw and bruised inside those words. “I’m not going to lie to you and pretend every single person in my pack is going to take one look at you and suddenly be enlightened.” His jaw tightened a fraction. “Some of them are stubborn. Some of them were raised on stories. And your scent—” He huffed a breath, almost a rueful laugh. “It does hit weird at first. It did even for me, but I still liked having you around” His nose wrinkled faintly at the memory of those first couple days. “It tickled like hell and made me want to sneeze every time you walked past. I had to pretend I wasn’t reacting because I didn’t want you thinking it was you.” His wolf grumbled almost fondly at the memory—now he barely noticed it, only recognized it as Kaito. “But that’s all it was,” Asher continued quietly. “Adjustment. And the pack will adjust too.” His expression softened, but the resolve beneath it was unshakeable. “I can’t promise everyone will understand right away,” he said honestly. “But I can promise you, I’m not hiding you. I’m not walking in there pretending you’re anything other than exactly who you are.” His gaze sharpened, warm and fierce. “But.. I might want to introduce you to my parents before anyone else.” The moment stretched. It was a lot to take ind in very shot time. But if Kaito was gonna go with him to his pack. He’d rather have his parents hear about Kaito from himself, rather that from his pack members. “Even if you weren’t pack—and I know you’re not yet—you’d still be my guest. And in my territory, that means being protected and respected.” His voice lowered with dominance. “Anyone who forgets that, answers to me.” He let that settle. Werewolves had a long, ugly history with mages. Packs tended to keep strictly to their own kind, even though fated mates were usually accepted without question—mostly because a bonded pair was seen as one being. Still.. there were packs out there that had cast out mated pairs just to keep other species away. His pack wasn’t like that. In fact, they’d taken in many of those people. Because even with a mate, a werewolf thrived best in a pack. “You’ll have my support… and permission to beat up any dickheads if it comes to that.” His mouth twitched. 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Asher stopped the car and lowered the window just enough for the guards to recognize him. One of them sneezed. Another, standing just behind, echoed it a second later. Asher and the guards’ eyes briefly glazed as they spoke telepathically—a security measure that couldn’t be duplicated or faked. Asher informed them that Kaito was his guest and told them to mind their manners. The guard stepped back and tilted his head in respect before smiling warmly. “Welcome back, Alpha Asher. It’s good to have you home.” His gaze flicked briefly to Kaito, polite and curious. “I’ll let the omegas know you’ve brought a guest. You’re staying, right?” Asher smiled, though the answer wasn’t entirely settled yet. “Hasn’t been decided,” he said. Then he grinned. “But I’ll make sure to kick your ass back into form if you ask nicely.” The guards chuckled—then sobered instantly when Asher’s tone shifted. “Make sure security stays tight,” he said firmly. “Be vigilant.” They straightened at once, nodding. 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Large windows lined the front, glowing warmly from within. Nothing about the place felt abandoned, every beam and every wall had been cared for, maintained, strengthened over the years. It was a clear sight of wealth with such a hug building, but it wasn’t too flashy either. Judt he kind that came from loyalty, from from it's tenants. Security was woven into the old architecture so seamlessly it was easy to miss: reinforced glass, discreet cameras, wards humming faintly beneath the stone. Tradition and modernity coexisted without clashing. The grounds surrounding the house were just as carefully kept, open with wide clear space stretched outward before giving way to forest, fire pits and gathering spaces scattered between old oaks. Paths of smooth stone connected the house to outbuildings—training halls, guest lodges, garages—each structure echoing the same careful blend of old-world craftsmanship and modern design. Despite its size, the pack house didn’t feel imposing. 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The car came to a stop at the base of the steps, the pack house looming ahead like a powerful host. “We’re here.”

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