Abel
They moved Millicent to a medical suite for overnight observation once she was stable. The room was more comfortable than a standard hospital room, with a proper bed and seating area, but still clearly medical. She protested weakly that I had work to do, meetings to attend, a pack to run.
"Camden can handle it," I said shortly, settling into the chair beside her bed. I'd already mind-linked him to take over everything for the foreseeable future.
The truth was I couldn't leave. My wolf wouldn't let me, pacing and snarling at the thought of abandoning our mate when she was vulnerable. And for once, I didn't fight it. Seeing her in pain, potentially losing our child, had stripped away every carefully maintained wall I'd built.
As the medications made Millicent drowsy, her usual defen
