The early morning light filtered through the thick velvet curtains of the Alpha’s chamber, casting a soft, golden hue over Ryker’s pale face. Nina sat quietly at the edge of his bed, her hands clenched in her lap, trembling. His breathing had grown stronger in recent days. Less labored. The color was returning to his lips. He would awaken fully soon.
And when he did… he would ask for Jenna.
Nina’s stomach twisted at the thought.
He’d barely spoken since being brought back from the brink, but the few words he had managed whispered past cracked lips haunted her: “Where is she?” “Is she safe?” “Jenna…”
Never “Nina.” Not once.
Her fingers curled tighter until her nails bit into her skin. She had risked everything for this—her name, her pride, her soul. And now it was slipping through her
