[ALPHA DOMINIC’s Point of View]
Warmth.
It was the first thing I felt.
I was spiraling into somewhere warm. I saw a light from above me, but it was too bright, slightly blinding me with it. I had to squint my eyes, but the warmth reminded me of home—of Samantha and the twins—and so I forced them open, wanting so badly to come back and have them in my arms again.
My eyes fluttered as my blurry vision turned gradually clearer, and I grunted from so much pain that I collapsed to the hard ground I was lying on after my failed attempt to get up.
“Dominic—”
I froze when I heard her voice. That voice I had been longing to hear since I started having those nightmares that brought me back to my most awful memories—the memories that revealed the kind of monster I had been to Samantha. Deep in
