57: The stalker in her room

Alpha Caden’s POV

I observed Aurora collapse onto her bed, her movements unsteady and her demeanor indicating she was either tipsy or drunk all the way, a pang of concern tugged at my heart. I didn’t like it. Despite her seemingly carefree demeanor, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me like a heavy shroud.

Rising from my seat, I approached her bedside with silent steps, my gaze lingering on her form as she lay there, her breathing slow and steady, the soft sounds of her snores filling the room with a sense of warmth and familiarity. It was a sound I had grown accustomed to since she was younger, a comforting reminder of her presence in my life.

I stood by her bedside, watching over her sleeping form, a soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Despite the chaos and uncertainty that often surrounded us, there was a sense of peace that washed over me in moments like these, a quiet reassurance that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them togethe