Vera’s POV

I watched Alpha Gideon as he carefully cleaned the cut on my arm. His touch was gentle, almost like he was afraid of causing me more pain. He moved slowly, wrapping the bandage around my wrist with a focus that made my heart feel lighter than it had in days.

I felt... important. Not because I was Luna, not because I won a fight, but because someone actually cared.

He didn’t treat me like a burden.

Not like a stranger.

Not like someone who didn’t belong.

Instead, it felt ...