Alpha Maddox's POV
I called a meeting after Carmiltha had finally fallen asleep. She lay serenely on our bed, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. It was a rare sight, the tranquility that washed over her in slumber. My heart ached at the knowledge of the nightmares that often plagued her, but for now, she was at peace.
With careful, silent steps, I approached the bedroom door, my movements deliberate to avoid waking her. But fate had other plans, as Carmie stirred, her subconscious mind seeking my presence even in sleep. The anxiety that danced across her face was a cruel reminder of the torment she had endured, even in the realm of dreams.
I knew that if she woke to find me gone, her distress would know no bounds. In a hasty decision, I reached for the shirt I had discarde
