Connor pursued Harold’s carriage relentlessly until his wounds betrayed him. He stumbled, then fell, hitting the ground with a painful thud.
Belinda hurried over to help him up. “Alpha, are you alright?”
Connor looked in the direction where Harold and the others had gone, his face filled with pain. Then suddenly, something
snapped in place. He turned to Belinda and asked, “Belinda, when I was 12, my brothers abandoned me in the wilderness again. I
was poisoned by those damned toxic plants and lost my sight for weeks.
“You searched for me alone in the dark for days, until you found me. And because of that, you developed night blindness.”
Connor’s voice was quiet, but his golden eyes bore into her. “Belinda, was it really you who saved me back then?”
Belinda’s eyes shifted nervously. “Of course it was me, Alpha. Why would you even ask that?”
Connor watched Belinda’s face intently. Her discomfort became palpable, and there was a visible shift in her posture and
demeanor.
