Throughout her life, Alice had been tortured, starved, almost killed multiple times, and used in ways that she could now, unfortunately, remember every detail of.
But none of that compared to the longest twenty minutes of her life as she waited for the test results. These results could be the difference between life and death for her children and her mate.
Twenty minutes that became thirty, and then an hour.
Alice had learned to be patient long ago, but it took every ounce of her self-control to keep from tracking down the doctor and demanding answers. The only thing holding her back was Myka reminding her that many wounded and critically injured people were in the hospital, including Axel.
She paced the room, wringing her hands and taking slow breaths. She was trying to keep calm. Trying not to let the hope settle into her or the panic overrun her.
A knock at the door sent her heart into her throat.
