WILLIAMS’ POV

The sterile white walls of the hospital hallway seemed to press in on me as I walked alongside Monica. Relief battled with a cold dread in my gut. The truth about the Alpha was out, but the feeling of resolution was elusive.

"You okay?" Monica asked, her voice laced with concern right beside my ear.

I forced a smile. "Yeah, just...a lot to process."

"An understatement," she agreed, her eyes flickering towards my mother who trailed behind us, a deep frown creasing her brow.

Suddenly, Mom stopped, her hand reaching out to grip my arm with surprising strength. "Williams, there's something you haven't told me." Her voice was...