CHAPTER 83

CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE - 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 breathing in her scent. It was mixed