Alpha Theodore steadied his emotions, acting like nothing had happened as he stepped into the house.
The moment he walked in, Isabelle threw herself into his arms, all bubbly excitement.
His body stiffened. He noticed Frederick and Lorraine in the living room, too.
"Alpha Theodore, great news!" Isabelle clung to him, her eyes sparkling. "My illness was a misdiagnosis! I'm not dying…"
Alpha Theodore's long fingers brushed through her hair, a flicker of unreadable emotion passing through his deep gaze.
"A misdiagnosis, huh?"
"Absolutely!" Frederick, practically vibrating with excitement, shoved a medical report into Alpha Theodore's hands. "Isabelle just had a benign tumor. They'll cut it out, and she's good. The healer who botched the diagnosis? Already fired."
Alpha Theodore glanced
