Vera’s POV
I watched Alpha Gideon as he carefully cleaned the cut on my arm. His touch was gentle, almost like he was afraid of causing me more pain. He moved slowly, wrapping the bandage around my wrist with a focus that made my heart feel lighter than it had in days.
I felt... important. Not because I was Luna, not because I won a fight, but because someone actually cared.
He didn’t treat me like a burden.
Not like a stranger.
Not like someone who didn’t belong.
Instead, it felt like — to him — I mattered.
A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I sat there, quietly watching him. I hadn’t felt this kind of attention in years. Not since I’d been tossed from place to place, always seen as extra weight. And definitely not from an Alpha.
I glanced up at him, wondering what h
