Throughout the night, Rihaan tossed and turned on the bed, murmuring the same name over and over.
"Arav…"
It was a name Soren had heard countless times yet there was no face attached to it.
At the corner of the room, he sat at his desk, a lamp dimly lit as he skimmed through a stack of documents.
The thin curtains hanging from the ceiling had been drawn, carefully shielding the bed so the light wouldn't disturb Rihaan's sleep.
Exhaling softly, the red-haired man pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glanced toward the bed.
After a moment, he rose and approached quietly, draping a blanket over Rihaan's trembling form. The alpha was shivering from the cold, yet he neither stirred nor woke—perhaps exhaustion had dragged him too deep into sleep.
That was when Soren noticed the tears slipping from the corners of Rihaan's eyes.
His hand lifted instinctively, fingers hovering as if to wipe them away—but he stopped himself just in time.
He had no right to do so.
