The Alpha’s Country House. Ruslan’s Bedroom.
By the middle of the third week, Polina was able to remain awake for several hours at a time. Ruslan looked pale. He spent almost all his time in the bedroom, staying close to her. He left only to visit her family at the hospital — when he felt she was exhausted and would sleep for a couple of hours for sure. Everything that had happened had drained him as well. He was worn down and exhausted, just like his mate.
The girl lay on her stomach, hiding her injured arms beneath the pillow. Ruslan stroked her back and ran his hand through her hair. Her eyelashes fluttered again — she opened her eyes. As soon as her gaze cleared and she realized it was him, she turned her back to Ruslan.
"Are you feeling better, little one?" — the Alpha asked softly
