“Marcy…” Amelia whispers, eyes trained dazedly on the familiar figure in front of her. Her chest feels heavy as she is overcome by intense emotions. Her eyes redden and she stifles the sound about to come out of her mouth, placing her shaking hands over her lips.
“Amelia…Sweetheart”, Marcus chokes out before rushing forward and wrapping her in a tight embrace. With tears streaming down his cheeks, he buries his face in her hair, letting her familiar scent wash over him. It really is her, it really his little girl.
Grace and Alpha Noah look at one another before tacitly walking out of the room and quietly closing the door behind them- giving them privacy. Grace had been worried that it might be a lie, but the moment she saw the man’s face which she recognized from the Brimo family’s port
