Grace’s POV
After Alpha Grayson left, I stared blankly at the small box of medicine he had placed on the table. It sat there, a reminder of everything—of the fight, of his apology, of the mess my life had become. Sighing, I opened it, the familiar scent of herbal extracts wafting up to meet me. It was a mixture I’d used countless times before, healing salves I had applied to my scars for years. Scars that had never had the luxury of a healer’s care—just my own hands, my own resilience.
I gently applied the salve to the bruises on my neck, wincing slightly at the tenderness. The exhaustion hit me in waves, and I couldn’t fight it any longer. I sank into the corner of the bed, my body too tired to keep up the fight. My eyes closed, and sleep pulled me under before I even had a chance to re
