The Alpha King's Mistress
reassured a voice.
“Are you sure? But why the f*ck is she not opening her eyes?!” Nicholas exclaimed, his concern evident.
“Please calm down, Alpha. We need to wait,” a soothing voice replied.
“Please, Florence, baby.”
After agonizing minutes, I gradually felt a release of the tightness in my throat. The suffocating feeling eased, allowing me to take hesitant breaths. Slowly, I opened my eyes. An elderly woman stood before me, holding a mini flashlight to check my eyes.