Elsa’s POV
When I opened my eyes, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the room. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what time it was or how long I had slept. My body still felt heavy, but my mind was clearer than before. I turned slightly and froze.
Alpha Dylan was sitting beside the bed.
His posture was relaxed, but his gaze was steady, calm, and fixed on me like I was the only thing in the room worth seeing. His shirt sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing the veins in his forearms. He looked too composed for someone who had clearly spent the night here.
“You’re awake,” he said softly, his deep voice sending a strange warmth through me.
I blinked, trying to gather my thoughts. “You’re still here?”
A small, knowing smile curved his lips. “Where
