Memories

Helena’s P.O.V.

Lying flat on the bed, I was staring at the white ceiling blankly. The scenes from early this night were swirling in my mind, making me question my life.

Carver’s indulgence in my small world had already created ruckus. He once scared me with his claim of being my husband, but he was gentle with me on that date, which revolutionized my opinion about him.

Then I was thunderstruck to see Zayden again. The drastic change in his appearance caught me off guard.

What had exactly happened to him?

Compared to his previous burley, robust build, he was thin like a stick. The loosely fit suit that he was wearing didn’t conceal his physical weakness. Was he sick?

Ugh!

I grunted and turned to lay on my side, his perplexing behavior from the last night was still bothering me.

“Don’t move!”

Zayden’s frosty Alpha command froze me to the spot, putting a full stop on my squirming and kicking. Then he didn’t move, as if that order was for him too, and kept staring at me for at le