Calvin’s POV
After agreeing to have Dr. Blake treat Clara’s face, Eve turned and went back into the hospital room without looking at again.
Earlier, I’d walked past a room and seen Leon Robinson lying there,a man who had no business being here. Even though my Bloodbane Pack was powerful, we couldn’t get Evelink Biosciences to work with us. The Southern Brownfur Pack should have even less chance.
The only explanation was Evelyn.
Though her assistant had spoken quietly earlier, I’d caught Leon’s na. I’d seen how Eve’s expression changed at the ntion of her first love, how she’d rushed away without hesitation.
So, she still loved him? Did our five-year mating bond an nothing to her? Was that why she could reject so easily back then?
I stood outside thinking for a long ti. When I finally returned to the twins’ room, my eyes landed on the sofa.
Eve had fallen asleep sitting there, her head propped on her hand. Was she keeping vigil, waiting for our sons to wake up?
The hospital had added a spare bed for overnight stays.
I leaned down and lifted her carefully. Despite my conflicted feelings, the familiar weight in my arms stirred sothing deep inside .
During our five-year marriage, she often waited on the living room couch until she fell asleep. Every ti, I’d carry her to our bedroom.
She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at with confusion.
The exhaustion from these past days had muddled her mind. For a mont, she seed lost between past and present.
She must have thought it was a dream. "Husband..." she whispered.
Then she smiled, and I stood frozen, still bent over her.
I narrowed my eyes, studying her on the bed, wondering if that word was ant for the Calvin from five years ago, or for her current husband.
Catching myself, I straightened up and stepped back quickly. She was married now!
In the darkness, I lay on the sofa, staring up. The wolf inside wanted to break free. I closed my eyes, forcing down the anger in my chest.
To , Eve was remarried with a daughter.
That was a fact I couldn’t change!
A ray of dawn light penetrated the curtains and fell on Evelyn’s eyes. She frowned slightly in discomfort.
Soon, the light was blocked.
Her brow gradually relaxed.
I pulled the curtains closed, tucked the children in, and went into the bathroom to change back into my previous suit.
When I erged, I had transford back into the cold, dignified Alpha.
Nine in the morning.
This was the ti Evelyn had arranged for to et Professor Blake.
I had been talking with this supposed expert for so ti now. The conversation wasn’t going as smoothly as I’d hoped.
"Only if you heal the scars on her face. Price is not an issue, but you must ensure her skin returns to its original condition," I stated firmly.
The man claiming to be "Professor Blake" was clearly soone close to Evelyn. His face darkened visibly when he heard repeatedly requesting treatnt for another woman.
"Alpha Calvin, I’m curious," he said coldly. "With your twin sons still undergoing treatnt at our lab, how can you find the heart to seek dicine for another woman?"
My voice turned sharp and uncompromising. "That’s my personal business."
He let out a cold laugh and reminded , "I’m helping your children because of Eve’s influence, not because I need your money."
"Evelink Biosciences treats everyone from the highest dignitaries to wealthy family heirs. Every single one of them begs us for life-saving treatnts."
"Any dication developed in our laboratory is sought after by every major pharmaceutical company. Money, if we wanted it, would flow endlessly."
I could tell he wanted to throw his bank statent in my face. His protectiveness of Evelyn was clear in every word.
Hearing the familiarity with which he spoke about her, my expression darkened further. I also caught the refusal in his words.
Thinking about how Clara had saved Rhys’s life, I felt cornered.
"What would it take for you to help her?" I asked, my voice deep and controlled.
A soft chuckle ca from across the desk. "Answer three questions truthfully, and I’ll give you the dicine."
"Go ahead," I replied.
He sat up straight, all traces of the playful deanor he likely showed around Evelyn gone. His tone turned serious and solemn.
"Are you seeking dicine or seeking love?"
"You wasted five years of Eve’s youth. Have you ever regretted the separation?"
"If Eve and Clara were both in danger during a pack territory attack and you could only protect one, who would you choose?"
The questions struck at my core, forcing to confront feelings I’d been suppressing. My wolf stirred restlessly within , recognizing truths I had denied for too long.
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