Page 121 of The Wolf King's Mate

“If she’s truly just resting and her vitals remain where they are, I would assume she’ll wake up soon. There’s no guarantee, though.”

She mightneverwake up.

But if the ability to turn human women was naturally a part of her, I had to believe she would survive it.

I’d lose my mind if she didn’t.

The doctor checked on Sydney. When he adjusted one of the tubes connected to her, his fingers brushed her fur, and she jerked backward. Her wolf gave a weak growl.

Clay crossed the room and squatted next to her, lowering his voice. “Hey, Sydney. It’s alright. You’re okay. You’ve become a werewolf, but our pack is here to help you through it.”

She saw fur, and moved a little. Then yelped.

“You were fading,” Clay said gently. “The king’s mate bit you. She’s a female werewolf. Her bite changed you into one of us, and saved your life.”

Sydney growled weakly, but seemed to calm down a little.

Clay rubbed her fur lightly. “It’s going to be okay. Keep resting.”

He murmured to her for a few more minutes before her breathing leveled out again. The plastic armrests on the side of the bed prevented us from touching, which I appreciated. I didn’t want the other woman’s scent on my skin when Aspen woke up.

Another few hours passed.

The girl shifted back to her human form, and Clay helped her into a hospital gown. When he offered to have James and Arthur take her to the Lodge, she whispered that she wanted to stay until Aspen woke up.

People brought her food.

Spoke with her in hushed whispers.

Aspen stirred a few more times, but didn’t truly wake up.

I waited.

A few hours later,my mate finally opened her eyes.

It was dark outside.

Most people in the room were asleep.

The second hospital bed had been wheeled out, and Sydney was asleep on top of Clay, in an uncomfortable-looking chair. She’d been given the all-clear, and her wounds were gone completely. My brother was snoring, completely out too.

Hunter had come with dinner for everyone and was typing on his phone in the corner.

Fletcher dozed on and off. More on than off, but he woke up to stare at the screens showing Aspen’s vitals every now and then before he dozed again.

“Did you find out who Noah is?” I asked Hunter, my voice low and my grip tightening on Aspen. If Noah was a lover she’d lied to me about, he would die. Painfully.

“Still going through all of the registered Noah’s. Haven’t found anything concrete. None with connections to her.”

“Fucking Noah.” My chest vibrated more than it should’ve.

“Who’s Noah, and what did he ever do to you?” Aspen whispered.

My heart stopped abruptly when the gorgeous female peeled her head weakly off my chest.

“Princess?” I cupped her face with my hand, taking the weight of her head to ease her pain. If she was in pain.

“Is the girl?—”

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