Allen's breath hitched when the door opened, and a tall, tanned man with dark hair entered the room. The man, Damon, has black eyes just like her. She knew the man was an Alpha; her mother had informed him about it beforehand. It was probably to ensure she wouldn't go into denial or get a panic attack. She let out a deep breath she didn't realize she was holding.

"So, you're my husband." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Allen looked at Damon after he had taken a seat on the chair by his bedside.

Damon nodded.

"I am." His face showed no emotion, probably trying not to overwhelm...