Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Penny

keep glancing at Asher as we walk, his broad back moving with each determined step, his left arm still pressed rightly against in that protective, teme way that makes me worry. Blond weep, he ended it. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds pritur.

“Juher,” I say, quickening my steps to catch up to him. My boots crunch against the icy see. “What do pus mean, a blond pamiego

He doesn’t slow down, his head still angled forwand, eyes cuting through the trees like a predator‘ on high dent. “Checking for more wounds. Making time I’m not leaking blood anywhere I can’t see.”

A sharp chill runs down my spine, and it’s not from the coll. “Are you? Bleeding more, Incan?“

“But you could be. I think we should-

“I’m fine, Penny,” he says, his tone low but firm, catting off my worry before it can fully form. He glances down at me, his eyes post a shade softer. “1 promise.”

I shut my mouth, chewing the inside of my cheek as see keep moving. Max is a few steps ahead, his long legs effortlessly keeping up with Asher’s punishing pace, but I keep falling behind. Auber seems to realize, because he slows down, throwing another glance my way, this one tinged with something I can’t quite name. Guilt? Regret?

I don’t know, and I’m too shaken to try and figure it out right now. My heart is still hammering, my brain replaying the sight of Asher dwing between usi and that massive wolf, his hand clamping down on its theout like he was born for it. Like it was just another Thursday for him.

I’m still walking a few paces behind them, trying to shake the chill of the encounter, when I catch a bit of their conversation. Asher’s voice, low and steady, just ahead of me.

“Thanks for looking out for her,” he says, his tone quieter than usual, like he doesn’t quite want me to hear

Max’s response is instant, his voice just as low but with a hint of a grin. “No problem, man. I wasn’t about to let anything happen to her.”

“There’s a beat of silence, just the crunch of snow under our boots, before Mas adds, “But how did you know? About the wolf?”

Asher hesitates, his broad shoulders tensing. “I wasn’t a hundred percent sare,” he admits, his head turning just slightly, like he’s making sure I’m still behind them. “But I had a bad feeling. And you’re the only one here I trust to keep her safe if I have to step away.”

Max lets out a low, surprised chuckle. “Damn. High praise, Hayes.”

Asher doesn’t respond, just keeps walking, his jaw set, his eyes sharp as ever, his steps cutting through the snow with that unshakeable purpose.

Ahead, the dark silhouette of our cabin finally comes into view, its small windows glowing warmly in the distance. Asher veers toward it without hesitation, clearly intending to go straight there.

“Come,” he says over his shoulder, his tone still sharp, still vibrating with that leftover adrenaline.

I start to follow, but then I remember. “Oh, wait,” I say, slowing to a stop. He turns, his brown knitting together in confusion. “I left my phone at the lodge. And you left your book.-

His jaw lighten, and I can see the internal debate playing out in his eyes. He clearly doesn’t want to let me out of his sight, but he also knows I’m stubborn. “Leave it,” he says, almost growl

“I’ll be quick,” I promise, trying for a small, measuring smile, even though my heart is still racing. “Plus, you need to get that a cleaned up.

hack”

He hesitates, his eyes flicking to Max, who’s still lingering nearby. There’s a brief, it exchange between them th

that I don’t quite catch, but it ends Max nodding and stepping closer to me, his large hand Fading my waist. “I’ll stay with her,” he says firmly. “Till bring her back.”

Asher’s eyes narrow for a second, but then he just sighs, shaking his head. “Fine, De quickte spins on his heel and marches toward the cabin without another word, the door closing behind him with a dull thud.

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Chapter 150: Penny

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I’m about to turn back to Mas, ready to head out, when i hear it.

A familiar voir.

I freece, my heart lurching. That that sounds like Luc? And.., Madame Loretto? I blink, my head whipping toward the sound

“What the mutter, my pulse spiking

I turn, my eyes locking on Rebecca and another girl hunched over a phone, both of them snickering: “Wait, what is that?” I ask, stepping closer

Rebecca looks up her eyes gleaming with a wicked set of gler. “Oh my god,” she says, leaning hack with a smirk. “Penny, look what I just saw online.” She taps her phone, her grin stretching wider as she holds it up. “You’re gonna love this.”

Before I can even process what she’s, saying, the swipes her phone screen, and the big TV on the wall flickers to life, mirroring her device.

No. No. No.

It’s… it’s me

I watch in stunned, frozen horror as a shaky camera focuses in on Lac and me, the studio, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I recognize this moment. I remember it. It’s from that night. The night I fell

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