Allan’s POV
Three days. It had been three agonizing days, yet my mate still hadn’t woken up. I could barely eat or sleep, the worry gnawing at me constantly. The thought of someone doing this to her filled me with rage—I would find them, and I would make them pay.
A sudden thud snapped me out of my thoughts.
I turned abruptly. She was awake.
Rushing to her side, I reached out to help her sit up, but she flinched, slapping my hand away.
“P-please… don’t hurt me,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
My chest tightened at the fear in her eyes. The pain of seeing her so terrified—of me—was unbearable. My wolf whimpered, distressed by her reaction. She was ours, our fated mate, the one we were meant to cherish, and yet she was looking at us like we were a monster.
I forced myself to brea
