Godiva PoV
The soft golden light of dawn seeped through the thick curtains of our room. I sat by his bedside, my hands clasped together in silent prayer, though I wasn’t even sure who I was praying to. Days had passed since he fell unconscious, his body battered and broken, but I couldn’t leave his side. Every shallow rise and fall of his chest was a lifeline, tethering me to hope.
“Castor,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Wake up. Do I need to worry?”
The words were barely out when I felt it—a faint stir in his hand. My heart leaped in my chest as I leaned closer, barely breathing. His fingers twitched again, followed by a low groan. His eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, but alive.
“Alpha Castor?” I called softly, tears spilling from my eyes.
“My precious,” he rasped, his voi
