I Bought Two Wolf Brothers For Warmth And The Comments Called Me Evil Chapter 05
Honestly, I hadn’t expected much from Kaelen.
I was half-frozen. He was someone warm I’d pulled out of a cage because I was running out of time.
I was used to elite snow wolves. I figured this black panther would be enough to get me through the
next few days.
I figured wrong.
Kaelen ran hot.
Impossibly so.
The second I pressed against him, my body felt like it was thawing from the inside out.
He was tentative at first, his movements careful and measured, like he was reading me.
But it didn’t take long before he caught on. And once he did, he took over.
I’d only meant to warm up.
But the pace slipped completely out of my control.
By the time I understood what was happening, I’d gone boneless in his arms. I couldn’t even curl my fingers.
I tried to push him away, but his hand closed around my wrist, gentle but unyielding.
His head dipped to my ear, and his breath scorched my skin.
“Still cold?”
I bit my lip and said nothing.
He seemed to take that as a no. His arms tightened around me.
By morning, my condition hadn’t just eased. I felt reborn.
When I opened my eyes, light was pouring through the window.
The chill was gone. My body was warm all the way to my fingertips.
Kaelen was already up.
I barely had time to sit up before he lifted me out of bed, walked me to the bathroom, and changed the sheets while I freshened up.
When I came out, hot oatmeal and sliced berries were waiting on the table.
He handed me the spoon, then stepped back and stood there, watching me eat.
I didn’t recognize the feeling.
Because the snow wolf brothers had never once done this.
After a night like that, they’d go back to their rooms or hit the showers, every single time.
Sometimes my condition flared badly, and it was always me who dragged myself up to heat water, make them something to eat, and clean up after them.
I used to tell myself it didn’t matter.
Elite snow wolves ran cold by nature. The fact that they stayed at all was already more than I
deserved.
Looking back now, that was a lie.
Kaelen was just standing there beside me. He steadied the bowl when I nearly knocked it over, and
that was all it took.
Something I’d been burying for a long time cracked open.
I kept my head down and ate the oatmeal, but my mind pulled me backward.
One year, the cold snap hit hard. I was shaking so badly I couldn’t get off the bed.
I went to Jaxon’s door first.
He’d rolled over, half-asleep. “Stop making a scene. I have patrol in the morning.”
I had nowhere else to go, so I tried Silas.
He got up, but all he did was hand me his own blanket. “Tough it out. I need to be in shape for
tomorrow.”
The next morning, they took one look at my face, fever-pale and wrecked, and each tossed me half-hearted advice. “Don’t push yourself so hard.”
And I’d swallowed it. Every bit of hurt, swallowed, because two crumbs of half-hearted concern
were enough to make me grateful.
My throat tightened.
But before I could sit with it, the floating comments rolled in.
{Silas hurt his shoulder protecting Chloe]
[Jaxon’s even worse. Chloe’s bandaging him up with tears in her eyes. my heart]
[the three of them traveling through the snow together at night, the vibes are unreal]
(the real couple’s chemistry is off the charts and the villainess is home waiting to die lol!
I stared at those words. Something in my chest snapped.
Three years.
I’d nursed those two wolves back from the brink and watched them rise to everything they were now. And after all of it, I was still just the girl stuck in place, waiting for them to come back.
Then a steaming mug of hot milk appeared beside my
hand.
Kaelen stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me.
The tip of his tail brushed the corner of my eye, light as a breath.
“Stay with me.”
I blinked up at him.
His face gave nothing away, but his tail didn’t pull back. It curled around my ankle instead, like he was making sure I wouldn’t go cold again.
I looked down at the mug in my hands, and something in my chest loosened.
Over the next few days, Kaelen and I barely left the house.
My condition leveled out.
And the longer he stayed, the less he looked like anything you’d find in an underground market.
His wounds healed at a speed that made no sense.
His reflexes, his senses, his raw strength. None of it belonged to a beast shifter you could buy for
cheap in a cage.
Half the time, he knew what I needed before I opened my mouth. Cold, thirsty, uncomfortable. He just knew.
The more I watched, the less it added up.
A beast shifter like him had no business ending up in a place like that.
That night, he was drying my hair.
I kept my voice casual.
“Who were you before all this?”
His hands paused for half a second.
“Can’t remember.”
“You only remember your first name?”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t believe a word of it.
But his face was perfectly still, like he really had nothing to give me.
The only thing he added, right at the end, was this.
“I think I’m from the north.”
The north. I filed that away.
I wanted to dig deeper, but before I could press him, the snow wolf brothers came back.
That evening, I was leaning against Kaelen, drinking soup, when the sound of familiar footsteps
reached the other side of the door.
Through the wood, Jaxon’s voice came first, lazy and arrogant.
“Think she’s broken yet?”
Then Silas answered, calm and even.
“Probably.”
“She can’t stand the cold. Nobody to hold her for this many days. She’s hit her limit.”
“She’ll cave the second we walk in.”
My spoon stopped halfway to my mouth.
Kaelen glanced down at me and said nothing. He just held me tighter.
The latch clicked.
The door swung open.
And the snow wolf brothers froze in the doorway.
