CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE – The love of my life

　　Logan POV

　　I followed the nurse back to Emma’s room.

　　I was in a complete daze.

　　I just wanted to go back to my mate. I wanted to hold her. I needed to know that she was awake.

　　She almost died.

　　The love of my life almost died.

　　While we were in that fucking underground bunker, I couldn’t even focus on the pain. I was focused on finding her and saving her. I was focused on killing the fucker who took her from me.

　　But now that I wasn’t in battle mode anymore, the pain paralyzed me.

　　I almost lost her. She almost died. I felt her die.

　　I walked into the room behind the nurse and saw my baby lying on the bed. Machines were hooked up to her, and she had a breathing tube stuck down her throat.

　　“My baby.” I cried out, rushing to her.

　　As soon as my fingers touched her skin, I felt tingles running up and down my body. I missed this feeling so fucking much.

　　I leaned my forehead on hers, closing my eyes and breathing in her scent.