CIAN
The estate gates came into view, and relief crashed through me so hard my knees nearly buckled. Home. We'd made it.
Thorne stood waiting at the entrance, his weathered face lined with concern. Maren flanked him, her medical bag already in hand. Behind them, three more Omegas whose specialties lay in healing wheeled a stretcher forward.
They were born ready.
Ronan brought the car to a stop. I didn't wait for it to fully settle before I was moving, shouldering the door open with Fia still cradled in my arms.
"Alpha." Thorne's voice carried decades of calm authority. "Let us take her."
Every instinct in my body screamed to refuse. To keep holding her. To not let her go even for a second. But I forced myself to lower her onto the stretcher, my hands lingering on her shoulders until the last possible moment.
