Page 111 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

“Don’t worry, I’m determined to succeed,” I whispered to her, quotingWickedagain.

She choked on a laugh, knowing that was as close as we ever really got toI love you.

And, without further ado, I lifted her frail arm to my lips and bit down. My wolf surged to the surface, and my fangs cut through her skin.

She groaned, but I barely heard the sound before the sudden pull on my energy knocked me out completely.

twenty

CLAY

I wanted to pace,day in and day out.

Instead, I held Nova’s hand like it was a fucking lifeline to the woman I cared about so fiercely.

Because unlike Hunter’s touch the last time she had changed someone, she responded to mine. Her body healed faster. Her color returned quicker.

So I fucking clung to her.

Her sister shifted.

People came in and out. They talked. Hell, they even talked tome.

I didn’t respond.

I barely slept.

My wolf snarled through my chest at everyone who tried to pull me away from her side.

My female was vulnerable and unconscious.

I wasn’t going anywhere.

Five days later, she finally opened her eyes.

One or two people behind me surged toward us, but her eyes landed on me, and mine locked with hers.

She opened her lips to say something, and it took a moment for the word to register.

Water.

She was thirsty.

Someone put a cup in my hand before I could get up, and I carefully put it to her lips, helping her take a drink.

She made a soft sound of satisfaction as she took the tiniest sip, then closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Her chest rose and fell rhythmically.

Her heartbeat was strong.

She was okay.

She was going to be okay.

I set the water glass down and let out a long breath. Closing my eyes, I lifted our intertwined hands to my forehead as I rested my elbows on the edge of her hospital bed.

Someone pulled a chair up beside mine. Both his scent and my wolf’s snarl told me who it was.

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