The stranger's haunting words reverberated in his mind, their weight amplified in the charged silence between them.
"If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't have met someone as amazing as you."
In that ephemeral gaze, Ryley felt the weight of a tragic love story, a tale of missed chances and untold passion.
And yet, before the blond could unravel the enigma or even catch the stranger's name, the world spun and spiraled, swallowing him into a rapid descent back into darkness.
Clyde's brows furrowed in an anguished worry the moment Ryley slumped unconscious in his arms.
"Call the doctors!" His urgent command sliced through the air, prompting swift action.
Without a moment's delay, the Alpha swiftly gathered Ryley's unconscious form into his embrace, each step he took back into the room laden with a despair.
Carefully, almost reverently, he placed the fragile figure onto the bed, his movements measured and deliberate.
