Eleanor stayed back as she watched Conaan standing in front of the mirror, his eyes cold and heavy. He completely lacked emotions, his eyes unblinking as the omegas worked to help him wear his robe.

Slowly, she came to his side, her hand gently cupping his face. She moved her nail, then removed a petal that had stuck to his face from the bath.

He swallowed hard, his eyes meeting hers for the first time since he woke up. She had checked on him numerous times in the bath, and he had been unmoving, not even a sound coming from it.

It had broken her over and over again, every...