Eleanor's POV
"II am tired of being too cautious," I said, the words feeling like a safer, partial truth. "Something I used to do without a thought as a human, I could break with my finger now without any effort. I'm so constantly careful, so afraid of breaking something—or someone. It's exhausting."
I took a shaky breath, deciding to add another layer, one that was also painfully real. "And there are other... changes. Things I don't feel comfortable with. You know... this whole mating bond nonsense." I felt my cheeks heat. "I shouldn't feel this... this pull whenever I see any of the brothers. It's confusing, my body is going against my will and I hate it."
Sir Alfred listened patiently, his expression unreadable. He pondered for a long moment, the silence stretching between us.
Finally, he gave a slow, single nod. "I understand. I can procure the suppressants for you."
Relief washed over me. "Thank you," I breathed, the words heavy with gratitude. "Thank you, sir Alfred."
