Natalia
The kiss was soft, desperate, and filled with every apology I couldn’t put into words. My lips pressed firmly against his, and I could taste the metallic hint of blood, could feel how cold his skin still was.
And for a terrifying moment, nothing changed.
Tears dripped from my cheeks onto his face as I pulled back slightly to look at him. It wasn’t working. He was still so pale, still so still, and I’d been an idiot to think that a simple kiss could undo the damage I’d caused.
I leaned down to kiss him again. And again. And again.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “Please don’t leave me. Not like this.”
And then I felt it. The slightest movement beneath my palm where it rested on his chest. Then his fingers twitched against the white sheets, just barely, but enough that it made me jolt back in surprise.
His eyelids fluttered. Once, twice, and then they cracked open, revealing those familiar green eyes that had haunted my dreams for years.
“Natalia?”
I couldn’t help it. A sob escaped my throat as I threw my arms around him, momentarily forgetting about his injury. He was alive. He was awake. He was going to be okay.
“I’m so sorry,” I cried into his shoulder. “I’m so fucking sorry, Andrei. I thought you were going to—I thought
“”
“H–Hey,” he grunted. “My side…”
My eyes widened, and I jolted back again as if I could feel the same agony he felt. “Shit. I’m sorry. Fuck, Andrei, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay. I’d stabbed him because I was too damaged and paranoid to see that he’d just wanted to hold me. I’d nearly killed him because I couldn’t tell the difference between a man trying to hurt me and a man trying to love me.
I pulled back a little more just to look at him, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hand. His face was still pale, but there was color returning to his cheeks, and his breathing seemed stronger.
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“Like I got stabbed,” he said with a weak smile. “But better. Much better.”
Andrei’s eyes then flicked over my shoulder, and I remembered that we weren’t alone. I straightened, stepping out of the way so Grace could look over him.
“Thank the Goddess,” she breathed, glancing at me. “His vitals are already improving. The mate bond worked.”
She checked his bandages and monitored his responses for a few minutes before declaring him stable and
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leaving us alone. The infirmary was quiet except for the soft hum of medical equipment and the distant sounds of the pack house going about its daily business.
For the first time in years, it seemed we were both at a loss for words.
“We need to talk,” I finally said quietly, settling into the chair beside his bed. Even that felt too far away.
“Yes, we do.” He shifted slightly, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound. “But first, I need you to know that I never filed those custody papers. I never wanted to take the twins from you.”
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