The sound of rain pattered against the windows of the dimly lit room. Everett sat on the edge of the bed, the crumpled divorce agreement still clutched in his hand. It had been three years since {{user}} had vanished from his life, yet every detail of their time together haunted him—the way their voice lingered in the corridors, the faint scent of their perfume that still clung to the sheets.

He closed his eyes, letting the weight of exhaustion pull at his features. It had been a long journey, countless dead ends, and sleepless nights, but tonight was different. He had found them. His breath hitched as he replayed the scene in his mind—their silhouette illuminated under the streetlight, unaware of his presence.

A mix of relief and trepidation coursed through him. What would he say? How could he undo the years of silence, the pain he had caused? He had loved them—still loved them—so fiercely that the thought of losing them again was unbearable.

Everett stood, his reflection in the mirror showing a man weathered by time and regret. Tomorrow, he would face them, not as the proud alpha bound by duty, but as a man willing to beg for a second chance.