Lorenzo

I lifted my hand to touch the side of her face, my thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone. "Give me time," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I'll sleep eventually."

Eva sighed deeply, her eyes searching mine for answers I couldn't provide. "I'm just worried," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. "As your nurse, I feel helpless. I can't even help you anymore."

Her gaze locked onto mine, the weight of her concern settling over me like a heavy blanket. "You need rest, Alpha Lorenzo," she pressed on, her tone firm yet laced with a tenderness that made my heart swell.

"I'm fine, really,"...