Lucas motions toward his arms and legs with a wry smile. "I guess my healing came back with a vengeance."
That's an understatement.
My heart pounds as I rush a few feet forward, stopping short at the foot of the bed as I drink him in.
Alive. Well. Healed.
The strong alpha I remember, even if he doesn't know me anymore.
"Can I... would it be okay if I looked you over?" All the confidence I projected at that receptionist from earlier is gone, and I'm timid in front of my mate, this man with my heart in his hands.
He surprises me by standing up beside the bed, a low chuckle stirring my heart and tear ducts into production. A slow circle, arms raised, as if showing himself off.
Steady.
Confident.
No trace of the injuries that had left him bedridden.
