Eloise’s footsteps halted the moment her eyes fell on the figure across the corridor, her heart hammering in her chest as if it recognized him before her mind could.
Ainsley.
But not the Ainsley she had come to know in the past few months—the gentle and quiet one who would warm her legs, make coffee for her, feed her stomach with warm soup. No. The man standing before her now was the cold, commanding Alpha from her darkest memories. The ruthless Alpha Williams. The ghost of her past had returned, not as a memory; but in flesh and blood.
Eloise's lips parted slightly, but no words came. Her body froze. How long… how long had he been like this? How long had he remembered… and chosen not to tell me? Her stomach twisted. A choking mix of betrayal and disbelief clutched her throat.
Ainsley
