Page 47 of Savage Obsession

Then, a sound—a soft, weak murmur.

Every head in the room snaps toward Yelena.

She stirs, her lashes fluttering, her lips parting as a faint sound escapes her throat. My breath catches, and within seconds, I’m at her bedside.

“Get the doctor,” I bark, and Leon bolts from the room without hesitation.

Scarlett grips Yelena’s hand tighter. “Yelena? We’re here, you’re safe.”

Her fingers twitch, the faintest sign of life, but her body remains limp. I reach out, brushing a strand of dark hair from her face, my throat tightening at how pale she looks.

“Yelena, it’s me.” My voice is rough, desperate. “Open your eyes.”

A slight crease forms between her brows, as if she’s fighting against the pull of unconsciousness. Then, ever so slightly, her lips move. A breath, a whisper so faint I almost miss it.

“Aithan…”

A rush of emotion slams into my chest. I don’t let it show, but inside, something uncoils, loosens just slightly at the sound of her voice.

“I’m here,agápi mou.”I lean in closer, my hands tightening around hers. “I’m here.”

Viktor watches, his hard gaze flicking between Yelena and me. He sees the way she responds to me, the way her lips shape my name even in her weakest state.

A breath I didn’t realize I was holding leaves me. But Viktor is still watching me, and I know this isn’t over.

“We’re not done with this conversation, Vasilios,” he says quietly, his warning clear. “We will not let this slide.”

I don’t look away from Yelena, my fingers still wrapped around hers. “Neither will my family.”

Yelena’s frail form is still, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor the only sound filling the silence. Every set of eyes is locked onto her, waiting, hoping.

I clench her delicate fingers in mine, my grip firm but gentle, as if willing my strength into her. My chest tightens as I watch the slow rise and fall of her chest, searching for any sign of movement beyond that.

Then, it happens again.

A groan, weak but unmistakable, escapes Yelena’s lips.

The sound has an immediate effect. Scarlett gasps, pressing a hand to her mouth, and Alina, who had been pacing on the other side of the room, stills completely. Viktor, his arms still crossed over his chest, stands rigid, his icy blue gaze fixated on his sister.

I lean closer, my thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “Yelena?” My voice is quiet, rough with restrained emotion.

Another faint groan follows, this time accompanied by the slight flutter of her eyelids.

A rush of relief hits me so hard I feel momentarily dizzy. My grip tightens around her fingers. “That’s it,agápi mou. Come back to me.”

At that moment, the door bursts open, and the doctor strides in, Leon trailing closely behind him. The doctor acknowledges the room of high-powered and dangerous men with a nod but doesn’t waste a second before shifting his attention to Yelena.

He leans over, checking her pupils with a small penlight, then gently taps her shoulder. “Mrs. Vasilios, can you hear me?”

Yelena’s lips part, and her voice, hoarse and barely above a whisper, slips through. “Mmm… Aithan…”

Everything inside me clenches at the sound of my name.

“I’m here,glikia mou,” I whisper, my forehead nearly touching hers. “I’m here.”

The doctor continues his assessment, checking her pulse, but his face is unreadable as he reviews the monitors and nods to himself.

“She’s stabilizing well,” he finally announces, adjusting one of the IV drips. “Her response to treatment is promising. I’m confident she will make a full recovery.”

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