Ester's POV
“Hun... I miss you.” My mate’s voice echoes clearly in my head, sweet and longing, but I can’t respond.
This isn’t the first time. Every time I regain consciousness, I faintly hear the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the murmur of my surroundings. Yet, before I can fully wake, I’m pulled back into the deep abyss of sleep. The pain in my body lingers, but my heart aches more—for him and for my babies. I want to wake up, to see them, to know they’re okay.
Suddenly, my eyes snap open. The room is dimly lit—our room. The pain is gone, replaced by a heavy, numbing exhaustion. My wolf stirs at the back of my mind, stretching after her long slumber. I glance around. Lucas is seated on the sofa, a stack of papers scattered across the coffee table. He’s working, yet he’s here
