The Finisher: A Dark Marriage of Convenience Romance (Dark Verse Book 4)

"We'll be okay, won't we, handsome?" she whispered softly, almost fearful to hope for better.

His arms tightened around her, a kiss on her head. "The gray won't be forever, rainbow."

No, it wouldn't be.

"She was Gabriel's daughter," Morana swallowed, her eyes visibly misting, coming to lock on Zephyr's. "She was the real me. And I always wondered what happened to her, you know? If she was okay. And even though she'd gone, I just want you to know I'm really glad she had a good life, that she had you. She was loved, and she knew that."

Zephyr felt her throat tighten, her grip flexing around her wine glass. Alpha's arms squeezed her softly, reminding her she wasn't alone.

"That day, when you were staring at her..." Zephyr trailed off, remembering that day so vividly.

"She seemed familiar," Morana completed, leaning into Tristan's side. The man hadn't left her alone since she'd been discharged from the hospital.

Dante slapped him on the shoulder, his eyes serious. "Men in our world don't find love, brother. Don't let it go. Whatever you need, I'm here."

It moved him, Dante offering that. And he would need help, with his second gone.

He inhaled deeply and entered his wife's room. She was asleep on the bed, after having been sedated, her face tensed even in her unconscious state.

Alpha sat down beside her, taking her small, soft hand in his, and felt his eye burning, wet sliding down his face into his beard.

He let everything crash down on him, everything that had been building and building in the last day, last month, last decade, being in the hospital and the memories it brought, losing his friend to betrayal, realizing he had been the one to blind him, forgetting Zephyr and still not getting those memories, losing Zenith and almost losing his wife, everything crashed on him and there, holding her hand while she slept, he cried in a hospital after twenty years.