<h4>Chapter 593: Waking Up Ancestors</h4>


    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    A huge part of me wanted to keep reading.


    The booky open on myp, heavy not just in weight but in meaning, Lyssara’s words still echoing in my mind like a whisper from across centuries. I wanted to know what came next... how she bnced her power with her mates, whether she ever found peace, whether she ever stopped feeling torn in half by fate and expectation.


    But I didn’t turn the page.


    Instead, I forced myself to close the book.


    The sound it made... soft but unmistakably solid... felt louder in the quiet room than it probably was. I rested my palm over the worn leather cover for a moment, grounding myself, before lifting it slightly to ce it on the bedside table.


    But Oscar’s arm around my waist tightened instantly. Just a little. But enough to make me freeze.


    I stopped mid-movement and slowly turned my head to look at him. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow and deep. He was fast asleep. His face rxed in a way that only happened when his guard waspletely down.


    A smile bloomed on my lips before I could stop it.


    Not even ten minutes had passed since he had climbed into bed with me, and he was already gone. Out cold. But considering the long, brutal day he must have spent at the Warrior Academy doing training and drills ... it made perfect sense. Oscar pushed himself harder than most, rarely admitting when he was tired.


    Seeing him like this made something warm and tender settle in my chest.


    Carefully, I shifted the book back onto myp and gently eased his arm away from my waist. I moved slowly, giving him time to react if he stirred, but he didn’t. He only let out a soft breath and rolled slightly onto his back, still deeply asleep.


    The bedside table didn’t have nearly enough space for the massive record book, so I sighed quietly and slipped out of bed.


    The floor was cool beneath my bare feet as I carried the book across the room and ced it on my study table. I positioned it carefully, making sure it was stable and out of sight, before turning back toward the bed.


    Oscary sprawledfortably across his side now, the nket half-pulled up to his waist. I climbed back in beside him and settled down, facing him.


    He looked... different when he slept.


    The sharp edges of his personality - the intensity, the discipline, the warrior’s readiness - were all gone. What remained was softness. Vulnerability. A calm that I rarely got to see when he was awake.


    I couldn’t help myself.


    I reached out and gently brushed a few loose strands of his hair away from his face. He had been growing it out recently, and I had to admit... it suited him far more than I had expected. The longer length softened his features, framing his face in a way that made him look almost unfairly handsome.


    No wonder the girls back at the academy had started whispering.


    I had noticed it over the past few weeks... the lingering looks, the barely concealed giggles, the way conversations seemed to falter when he walked past. Oscar pretended not to notice, of course. Or maybe he genuinely didn’t. Either way, he remained utterly, obliviously himself.


    My gaze drifted to his left ear.


    The stud caught the soft glow of the bedsidemp, shining subtly. It was the one I had gifted him recently. It wasn’t a real diamond, but still expensive. I had bought it the moment I saw it, something about it reminded me so strongly of him that I hadn’t even hesitated.


    And he had worn it ever since.


    My finger hovered near it, tracing the air just beside his skin before I pulled my hand back, afraid of waking him. Instead, I rested my hand over his, where ity between us in the small space our bodies shared.


    A quiet sense of contentment washed over me.


    Tomorrow would be another long day. Work in the morning, responsibilities stacked endlessly one over the other. But for now, I allowed myself this moment of peace and decided to sleep.


    I could wake up early and spend some time with Lioren before heading out. My son had be an early risertely, his little internal clock somehow syncing with the sunrise. I smiled at the thought, already picturing his sleepy eyes and bright smile.


    But before I closed my eyes, I knew I needed to do one thing.


    I leaned in.


    The kiss I ced at the corner of Oscar’s lips was meant to be brief... just a soft, affectionate touch before pulling away.


    But I didn’t get the chance.


    A hand suddenly came up to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading into my hair as his lips crashed against mine. I startled for a heartbeat, a surprised breath catching in my throat... but he didn’t give me time to process it.


    His kiss was deep, firm, utterly iming.


    "Oh-" I let out a quietugh against his mouth,pletely caught off guard.


    So much for being asleep.


    I melted into him anyway.


    My hands slid up around his neck as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. The kiss stole my breath, left me dizzy and warm, my heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with surprise anymore.


    He kissed me like he had been waiting for it. Like he had been awake longer than he’d let on.


    When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless. He hovered over me, his eyes dark with warmth and need, his thumb brushing lightly against my jaw.


    Then he kissed me again... quick this time, soft, almost teasing.


    I exhaled a shaky breath and smiled up at him.


    "How long," I asked quietly, my voice still a little unsteady, "have you been awake?"


    His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.


    "From the moment you closed the book," he replied easily. "It made a sound loud enough to wake up even my ancestors."