Alpha Alec's Redemption by Kathy M

Chapter 264

The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is the quiet. The silence is almost startling, like the world is holding its breath.

For the first time in three days, I can take a breath without feeling like my skin is too tight, without the ache deep in my bones and without the relentless, burning heat consuming every inch of me.

I feel... reborn. Exhausted but lighter, as though a storm has passed, and all that's left is the calm aftermath.

The bed is empty beside me, and the space where Alec had been is cool to the touch. I shift slowly, my muscles aching with the remnants of the heat cycle. My legs feel like jelly, and when I try to stand, the room tilts slightly.

I grab one of Alec's shirts from the floor, his scent enveloping me as I slip it over my head. It's oversized, the hem brushing against my thighs as I make my way to the door.

I hear movement from the kitchen, soft and rhythmic-a familiar sound. Pans clinking. The sizzling of something frying. I pad slowly down the hallway, using the wall for support until I reach the kitchen doorway.

Alec is there. Half-naked with only a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and an apron tied around his waist. His hair is still damp, droplets trailing down the curve of his spine. He's frying bacon while simultaneously keeping an eye on a toaster, moving with an ease that makes something warm and unsettling twist low in my belly.

For a moment my heart stops. This! This is one of the many things I've always dreamed of. Always wished for. Always wanted. Always craved. Seeing him in the kitchen, in sweatpants and bare-chested, is like watching a long-forgotten dream come alive.

I blink several times, hoping that I'm dreaming. Hoping that I'm still delirious from heat, but nothing changes. The image is still the same.

when he sees me, his face softens, his smile spreading slow and warm like the sun breaking through clouds. And just like that, my heart starts again and the pounding is

a hint of relief. He sets down the spatula and walks

reply, my

mine, his thumbs brushing over my knuckles. The simple touch sends a shiver through me, and I hate how

his brows knitting

nod, even though the truth is more complicated than that.

relax,

had been pinching his features eases.

a

my

cheek. "I was worried

a warmth that makes my throat tighten. Those green eyes pull me in like a moth to a flame. Fuck it! The moon heat is already over, yet my desire for him isn't. I thought it would fade, but it's

heat to

he says, his hand sliding

sit."