Mika
What was happening to me? A deep, gnawing pain settled in my chest as I watched Mark in such a vulnerable state. His injuries seemed to reflect the turmoil stirring within me. I couldn’t shake the feeling—was this more than just a concern for a man who tormented me for years?
Was I developing deeper feelings for him, or was it simply the pull of the mate bond? Each time I glanced at him, the weight of sadness pressed down harder, making breathing difficult.
Did I feel this way because he had saved me, risking everything, and now he was paying the price for my survival? The thought haunted me, twisting my emotions into a tangled mess of regret and affection.
I only wanted to remain by his side, ensuring he was alright. The thought of him slipping away filled me with dread; if he
