Third Person POV
Morning sunlight spilled across the empty cabin, mirroring the quiet ache settling into the doctor’s heart. His fingers tightened around the coffee cup meant for his Alpha, the thin paper crumpling beneath his grip. Waking to an empty bed had stung—but the empty chair at the hospital hurt far worse.
In the hush of dawn after the most magical, passionate night ever, he’d let himself hope. Hope that he’d find the charismatic, smiling Alpha waiting for him at the hospital. Hope that maybe—just maybe—they were meant to be together after all.
Meanwhile in the Thunderstorm Pack, Quinton sat behind his Alpha desk, posture rigid, eyes scanning files he barely absorbed. His wolf had marked Hudson, satisfied in a way only the Alpha could feel, but Quinton himself remained cold, d
