“You saved me,” Drake whispers, his voice hoarse as he shifts between my legs, propped on his elbows.
“I did,” I whisper back, brushing his messy hair from his face.
“How do you feel?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my lips before pulling back with a tired smile.
“Better now that you’re awake,” I admit, my voice trembling slightly. “You scared me when you passed out.”
He nods. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t stay awake.”
“It’s not your fault.” I lean up and kiss him softly. “It was rough… but I’m thankful we were able to pull you out. For a while, I didn’t think we’d make it.” I stare into his eyes, the overwhelming relief still settling in my chest.
My heart aches with love. I was inches from losing him—my mate, my Alpha, the father of my children. Without him, my life would be hollow. Yes
