Anna's POV
Alpha Dylan pulls me into a hug so tight, I almost can’t breathe. My chest strains under the weight of his arms, and for a moment, I forget everything else. When he finally pulls back, his fingers gently brush strands of hair off my face. His eyes stay on me—deep, unwavering—and his hand, still resting on my skin, is so warm it burns through me.
My heart starts pounding, hard and loud, like a drum inside my chest. What is happening to me? Why am I suddenly feeling this way? This warmth, this strange fluttering in my stomach… it's foreign. Terrifying. Familiar, but in a way I don’t understand.
“You don't know how happy I am that you're alive,” he says, and he smiles. Not just any smile—it’s genuine. I can feel the sincerity in it, see the softness in his eyes. But why? Why do
