I dashed toward the clinic, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. This was the first time I felt such a rush—seeing Dwight awake after so long—and yet I was anxious because of the complicated history between us. Every step carried a swirl of emotions, from anticipation to fear.
I swung open the clinic door, startling even myself. Alex was there, checking Dwight’s condition, but the moment our eyes met, I froze. Shock and joy danced across his face. Alex cleared her throat, packing up her medical tools.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she said with a small smile, exiting and leaving me standing before our Alpha.
Dwight’s gaze searched mine, hesitant, almost cautious, as though one wrong move could make me leave again. Diane’s reminder rang in my head: Freya, you promised to
