Author’s POV She couldn’t recognize him. He looked nothing like the Alpha she remembered, the strong, commanding figure who had once swept her off her feet with a single look. On the hospital bed, Mason appeared fragile, too fragile, tubes snaking across his bare chest like lifelines, an oxygen mask fogging with each shallow, labored breath, and blood flowing steadily through the drip into his arm. His skin was pale, almost gray, with dark circles bruising beneath his closed eyes. The monitors beeped softly, a constant reminder of how close he still was to slipping away. Amber glanced around the room, half-expecting Luna Isabella or Alpha Gunnar to burst in at any second, ready to drag her out or scream accusations. Relief crashed over her when she saw it was empty, no guards, no family, no one to stop her. She pulled a plastic chair closer to his bed, the legs scraping loudly against the tile, and sat beside him. The ache in her chest lingered, a constant, gnawing pull,
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