Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Logan

Outside, the wind howled like something wild was circling the estate. But inside, everything was still.

Except me.

Emily had gone to bed hours ago. I stayed behind, pouring over the letters and files she had let me see.

Everything was spread across the table in carefully ordered stacks. Legal summaries, historical property maps, letters scrawled in that old Blackwood hand I’d seen only once before.

I’d read them all twice. I wasn’t absorbing anything anymore though.

My focus kept drifting to the page on top, one of the notarized witness statements. A thin margin note in Emily’s handwriting curved along the edge.

Sharp, precise pen strokes. Thoughtful. Measured. Hers. And then there was her signature. It sat near the bottom of the page, elegant and clear.

I found myself reaching out.

My thumb brushed across the ink. Just once. I wasn’t even thinking, just… remembering.

The feel of her hand when she passed me that page three days ago. The way her fingers had lingered in mine. The faint callus at the base of her thumb from writing so much by hand.

The warmth in my chest when she laughed. The quiet when we stood on the terrace together.

I stood and moved toward the shelves behind me, scanning without really seeing–my eyes flicking past volumes I’d memorized years ago.

It didn’t matter what I did, I just needed to move. Needed to do something besides feel.

She thanked me when I brought her tea. She didn’t have to. But she’d let me stay. That mattered to me.

I sat back in my chair and stared at the documents again. It wasn’t the legal strength of her case that made my chest ache.

It was the fact that, even after everything that had been taken from her, she still fought with dignity. With fire.

She didn’t try to impress anyone. She just… was. And I was starting to realize I would tear apart half the world to keep her that way.

The thought startled me.

I wasn’t supposed to feel this much. This wasn’t part of the arrangement. Our alliance had been born of necessity. Our connection based in shared enemies.

But somewhere between her honesty and the soft way she looked at me across a document–covered table, I’d crossed a line.

A dangerous one.

And I wasn’t sure when it happened, only that I couldn’t go back.

The fire popped behind me, but I barely noticed. My eyes were still on her signature. My hand resting just beside it, tracing it.

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Like I couldn’t quite let go.

She wasn’t mine. Not behind the scenes anyway.

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But in all the ways that mattered–in the ways I’d tried to ignore–Emily had found a way inside me. And she wasn’t letting go either,

I thought of the way she leaned into silence. How she didn’t press when she sensed my anger toward Reid. How she reached for my hand, even when she didn’t know the whole story.

And gods help me, how I wanted to tell her the whole story

I wanted to tell her every thought I had, every emotion, every desire. I wanted to protect her.

That was the part that shook me most. I didn’t want to protect her because she was fragile. I wanted to protect her because she wasn’t.

And the realization of that–the quiet, inescapable weight of it–settled into my chest with something dangerously close to reverence.

I looked at her name again. Spoke it aloud to the empty room.

“Emily.”

The way I said it didn’t sound like a name anymore. It sounded like a prayer.

I pushed away from the desk and stood, needing distance, but not finding relief in motion.

The room felt too full of her. As if the chair she’d once sat in still held the shape of her body. As if her voice still echoed in the walls.

I paced once, twice, then crossed to the wet bar and poured myself a glass of water I didn’t drink. I stared at it for a moment, then set it down untouched.

My chest ached with the kind of pressure I couldn’t name. Not tension. Not discomfort.

I felt something close to… affection.

I crossed to the window. My reflection stared back at me in the glass–tense, guarded, every line in my face, sharper than usual.

I didn’t recognize the expression in my own eyes. I’d finally let myself see it.

This wasn’t infatuation. It wasn’t pride in her achievements, or desire tangled in admiration. It wasn’t even the protectiveness I’d come to accept as inevitable being an Alpha.

It was all of it. Twisted into something I couldn’t shove down anymore.

I returned to the desk, fingers brushing the page again–her signature. My name had never looked so complete beside someone else’s before.

The words came out before I could stop them. Low. Rough. And completely, wholeheartedly the truth.

“I’m in love with her.”

There, Out loud. It didn’t unravel the room. But it left me raw, all the same.

I sat again, slower this time, my body lighter from saying it

I wasn’t someone who believed in softness. Not for myself. Not for the position I held. I’d learned early on that

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vulnerability was a blade turned inward, always waiting to be twisted. I’d made a life out of control. Out of distance.

But Emily….

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