(Lucas’ POV).
I remember the moment I found her on the floor, my mind shut down to everything except one thought—saving her life.
My training as a doctor took over, the clinical part of me assessing her injuries, checking her pulse, making sure she was still breathing. But beneath that, something deeper, something primal clawed its way to the surface.
She was my mate, my responsibility, and the sight of her lying there, so still, so fragile, sent a bolt of fear through my chest that I hadn’t felt in years.
My hands trembled as I lifted her, pressing my ear to her lips, listening to the faint whisper of her breath.
Relief flooded through me, but it did little to slow my racing heart. I carried her to the bed, ignoring the way my fingers tingle against her bare skin, the warmth of he
