Elora’s POV
Those walls.... I hated them. The Alpha’s chambers, some days they felt like a padded cell, other days like the only place I could actually breathe. I’d wake up every morning to Dominic’s ragged breathing, the sting of burning herbs filling my nose, and healers gliding in and out so quietly it made my skin crawl. They’d mutter their useless little prayers, but you could tell they’d given up ages ago.
I barely left his side. Not because anyone told me to, let’s be real, nobody had the guts to order me around now, but because the idea of Dominic waking up alone? Or God forbid, opening his eyes to just Mira? His skin was ghostly, his lips all dried out, and even though the healers kept telling me, “Oh, the poison’s not spreading anymore,” they couldn’t do a thing about what was
