Paul's POV The bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped in, my hood low and scarf covering most of my face. I scanned the quiet space: dim lighting, a few tables, mostly empty save for a couple of early readers lost in their newspapers. Just as I turned toward the corner booth near the bookshelf, I saw him.Jayson.He was seated stiffly, shoulders tense, gaze flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He hadn’t changed much… except the weight he carried now was visible even in the slope of his posture.Our eyes met.For a second, he didn’t move.Then, like a dam breaking, he rushed forward. “Alpha—” He whispered harshly and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.His arms were tight, his voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Alpha, I couldn’t control my emotions. I’m just… I’m so happy to see you standing in front of me.”I clapped him on the back, warmth tugging at my throat. “It’s alright, Jayson,” I said quietly. “It’s good to see you too.”We walked to the booth an
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