Bella’s POV
I can’t sit still. My legs won’t stop bouncing and my fingers keep twisting the hem of my shirt. Asher still isn’t back. Every passing second gnaws at me, planting dark thoughts I try my best to ignore. What if something’s happened?
“Isabella, Sean is stable now,” Michael’s voice breaks into my thoughts, gently pulling me back to the present.
I glance up at him, my shoulders easing just slightly. “I’m glad he’s better now,” I say, and I mean it—but my voice betrays me, low and tinged with sorrow I can’t hide.
Michael must sense it. “Don’t worry,” he says softly. “He’s Asher. He’ll come back. He’ll always get back to you.”
I manage a faint smile. He’s right. Asher is the strongest alpha I know—fierce, powerful, unstoppable. I shouldn’t worry… but I do. Still, I nod, trying
