Chapter Forty Eight
Ace came back to herself slowly floating upward through pain, voices, and the steady hum of something mechanical. Her eyelids felt heavy, too heavy, but she forced them open. A bright light blurred above her. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air. A hospital. She blinked, her breath hitching as another contraction rippled through her abdomen. Not as sharp as before but wrong. Off somehow. “Ace?” a voice called softly. It was Jameson. She turned her head and found him sitting beside her bed, elbows braced on his knees, worry etched deep into the lines of his face. He looked nothing like the proud Alpha he once was. Instead, he looked like someone who had been holding his breath since the moment she’d collapsed. When he saw her eyes open, he exhaled shakily. “You’re awake,” he s
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