ALEK POV
I sat outside her hospital room, my back pressed against the cold, sterile wall, my head in my hands. The sharp scent of disinfectant stung my nose, but it was nothing compared to the ache twisting inside me. My brothers sat nearby, equally silent, their gazes fixed on the door that separated us from her.
*We should be in there* Night snarled. He wasn’t a fan of waiting. Not when our mate was so close yet so far out of reach. *She’s ours. Ours to protect. Ours to comfort. Why the hell are we sitting out here like cowards?*
“Shut up,” I muttered under my breath, earning a sideways glance from Alan. He didn’t comment. He knew better than to provoke me when I was this on edge.
Night didn’t relent. *She’s hurting, and we’re doing nothing. NOTHING, Alek. What kind of mate are you?
