Cuddling together on the bed, Annabelle slept in Alpha Alvin's arms, breathing softly. He had his arms wrapped around her as he slept.
It had been a month since she had her bone marrow transplant and was discharged from the hospital after waking up from the coma.
She was no longer suffering from sickle cell anemia. But she had come close to losing her life after the surgery. If not for her mate's quick intervention, she might not have made it.
Now, they lived together in the penthouse, everything going smoothly. However, Annabelle was often silent, sitting on the couch from morning to night without speaking.
His phone rang, and he awoke, immediately silencing it to avoid disturbing her peaceful sleep. He climbed out of bed, walked to the window, and answered the call, communicating with the caller.
After ending the call, he looked at his phone screen, which was cracked from when Annabelle threw it at the doctor.
