Adelaide’s POV
Tears kept streaming down my face, but I knew these weren’t tears of pain anymore. They were tears of relief, of overwhelming joy, because in this moment, I was the happiest person in the world.
Cyrus was here.
Alive.
Right in front of me.
I clung to him, my fingers digging into his clothes as though he would disappear if I loosened my grip. My heart pounded in my chest, an erratic rhythm I couldn’t control, and I knew it wasn’t just the mate bond pulling me to him. It was something more—something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to name.
But then doubt crept into my mind.
Did he feel the same way? Or was this just the mate bond for him? Did he still see me as nothing more than the woman carrying his child? And the worst thought of all—was he still the same Cyrus who
