Chapter 83. The Love of My Life

Logan’s POV

I followed the nurse back to Emma’s room.

I was in a complete daze.

I just wanted to go back to my mate. I wanted to hold her. I needed to know that she was awake.

She almost died.

The love of my life almost died.

While we were in that fucking underground bunker, I couldn’t even focus on the pain. I was focused on finding her and saving her. I was focused on killing the fucker who took her from me.

But now that I wasn’t in battle mode anymore, the pain paralyzed me.

I almost lost her. She almost died. I felt her die.

I walked into the room behind the nurse and saw my baby lying on the bed. Machines were hooked up to her, and she had a breathing tube stuck down her throat.

“My baby.” I cried out, rushing to her.

As soon as my fingers touched her skin, I felt tingles running up and down my body. I missed this feeling so fucking much.

I leaned my forehead on hers, closing my eyes and br