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“You have to wake up, little Omega. I’m losing my damn mind here.”

There was a knock at the door, and I recognized the sound of Kenzie’s gentle footsteps, her scent nearing.

“Come in, MacKenzie.”

The door creaked behind me, and she walked up to the other side of the bed. She’d been checking on Senna’s vitals frequently. Everything had looked good. From the outside, Senna was fine. So we had no idea why she wasn’t waking up.

I raised my brows at her expectantly.

“She’s still stable. I can try for the scan if you want me to see about…about the baby?”

I looked down at Senna, squeezing her hand. “No, I…”

Learning there was something up without Senna awake to hear it felt wrong. I’d just have to wait.

“Okay,” Kenzie nodded. “Whatever you need, Jet. Speaking of, have you eaten?”

I shook my head. “I’m so very not hungry.”

“You need to eat to keep your strength up. You’re healing. If you don’t have the calories, it’ll take longer.”

“MacKenzie, I—”

She held up a hand, stopping me as only she could get away with. “You want to be there to protect her, right? Well, food.”

A strained chuckle left me, and I nodded. “All right, all right. Just go get me something. I don’t know. Maybe a—”

Quietly, probably too quiet for anyone who wasn’t a wolf to hear, a tiny squeak of a moan cut through the air, and I whipped my attention back to Senna.

My eyes flaring, I scooted closer on the bed, lowering my face into hers.

“Love? Hey. Senna?”

Too long of a pause, and my heart felt like it might explode.

“Ugh,” she groaned, and it took everything not to yank her up into my arms. “Food sounds terrific, actually.”

I chuckled, my head falling to her chest. I breathed her in, the sound of MacKenzie laughing behind me. She was okay. My mate, my Senna, was awake.

Chapter 27 - Senna

My entire being felt the need to go right back to sleep, but hearing Jet’s voice just now had been so welcome that I wouldn’t let myself pass back out. I needed to see him, to know he was right there with me.

I lifted my hand, looking for Jet’s head where it rested on my chest. His leather and pine scent was flaring strong, and I could sense my own waft forward like it had a mind of its own and was seeking out Jet’s fragrance, wanting to tangle in it.

“Senna,” I heard Kenzie’s voice at my side, and I cracked open a lid to see her standing right next to me. “You’re finally awake. Oh, thank the Gods, I thought I was going to have to put up with Jet’s moping forever.”

His head shot up at that, and he growled playfully. “Hey.”

A light chuckle rocked me, and I worked to get the other eye open. Jet’s silver hair was what greeted me. I reached out, stroking my fingers through the locks. They were more tangled than normal, and I could pick up the faint scent of blood as I moved them.

“Are you still hurt?”

Panic gripped my chest, and I tried to shoot forward. It made me immediately dizzy.

Jet whipped around to face me, steadying me with his grip, and then I was up against his chest.

“Am I hurt?” He held me tight, and I could feel the swirl of nervousness and relief flood through our bond. “You’re the one who’s been unconscious for eight hours.”

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