Theresa.
The soft, rhythmic hum of the heart monitor was the only sound keeping me tethered to the quiet room after Alex left. I lay motionless on the crisp white sheets, my chest still throbbing with a dull, hollow ache.
The physical pain from the cardiac scare had slowly subsided, but the sheer emotional exhaustion remained, heavy and suffocating. I closed my eyes, trying to lose myself in the silence, wishing the world outside would just stop spinning for a single hour.
The sudden, heavy thud of footsteps echoing down the hallway shattered the quiet.
The door swung open, and the three of them stepped into the room. Leonard, Lawrence, and Lurgard walked in with a distinct, sharp energy in their movements—their shoulders squared, their Alpha presences practically radiating a dark, triumphant satisfaction.
I was so such they had come straight from taking down the woman who tried to destroy us—my pup and I.
