CHAPTER 55 ; The beginning of restitution

MELISSA’S POV

“Do you remember?” Alpha Knox asked.

I blinked, taken aback. “Remember what?”

“That night, six years ago,” he said slowly, my voice softening. “When I was sick. You took care of me.”

My lips parted in surprise and I didn't even care that Andrew left the office quietly.

I remembered the night he was talking about. The night he had fallen ill and I had taken care of him all through the night.

The fever had come on so suddenly, turning the strong, imposing Alpha into a vulnerable man lying in my bed, trembling with chills and burning with heat. I could still picture him, his normally confident demeanour replaced by confusion and discomfort, as he shifted restlessly beneath the sheets.

I could picture it so clearly: the way I had slipped out of bed and into the small kitchen, the soft light of the overhead bulb casting a warm glow on the countertops. My heart raced as I rummaged through the cabinets, knowing I had to make him feel better. The smell of chicken soup filled the