SYDNEY
Time lost all meaning as I lay in bed, my body immobile. The only constants were Alpha Gray's gentle touches and whispered apologies. Whenever he held my hand or caressed my face, the mate bond surged and made me feel his presence deeply.
"I'm so sorry, Sydney," Alpha Gray's voice was a constant, his words a gentle stream. "I was blind by my anger. I hurt you deeply, kitten. I'm responsible for why you are in this condition.”
His words were a balm to my soul, but I couldn't respond. Darkness shrouded my vision, and I was trapped in this helpless state. The only sound was Katrina's faint breathing, a reminder that she was still with me.
As the hours ticked by, Katrina's breathing grew shallower, her presence weakening. Fear clawed at my heart.
What if I lost her?
The thought
