Mortimer's POV
Led by the administrator, Vivian and I entered the surgical observation gallery.
From here, we had a clear view of everything happening in the OR below.
My eyes went straight to the familiar figure in the center of the room.
She was in sterile scrubs, her soft hair tucked meticulously under a surgical cap.
Her face was hidden behind layers of masks, and her star-like eyes were shielded by surgical loupes.
Even though I couldn't see her face clearly, I recognized her instantly among the sea of healers.
The moment my eyes locked on her, I felt a sharp, subtle tug in my chest.
It was the biological resonance unique to an Alpha and his mate—even through the thick observation glass, I could feel the sheer intensity of her focus.
Every ounce of energy she poured into that
