Abigail's POV
I flickered my eyes open, my body aching terribly and it seemed like I'd been asleep for far too long.
I darted my eyes around the room to Asher laying exhausted on the couch.
His brows were furrowed and his breathing was slow, as if he hadn't rested properly in days.
His usual intimidating presence was dulled by exhaustion, and for the first time, I saw him as something more than just an Alpha—he looked human.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my body, making me wince. The movement must have been enough to alert Asher because his eyes snapped open instantly.
"Abigail," he breathed, sitting up in an instant. In two strides, he was at my bedside, his large hand gently pressing me back down. "You need to rest."
I swallowed, my throat dry. "What… happened
