Dalton’s POVThe sound of the monitor did not simply change. It broke.One sharp beep. A pause that lasted too long. Then another, thinner this time, as if even the machine could feel her slipping.“Her pulse is dropping,” the doctor said, urgency tightening his voice.The room erupted into motion. Nurses moved quickly around the bed. Metal instruments clinked. Rebecca began to cry openly, her sobs raw and unguarded. James stepped forward, his presence firm, commanding the healers to focus.I did not move. I stood at her side, my fingers wrapped around her fragile hand, feeling the mate bond tremble like a thread pulled too tight.No. Not after everything.“Stabilize her,” I ordered, my voice controlled but heavy with power. “Do not let her slip.”“Yes, my King,” the doctor replied quickly, adjusting the flow of medicine into her veins. “Blood pressure is unstable. Increase oxygen.”Her chest rose faintly beneath the bandages. Too faint. Inside me, Dallas stirred. ‘Something is wrong.
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