Emma POV

For the next 45 minutes, Andrew and I talked and laughed.

The pain in my body lessened after doctor Wren gave me something for it, but it still hurt. What I really needed was my mate. But I couldn’t ask for him.

The door to my room burst open, and Logan ran inside. My skin tingled at the sight of him. He was wearing black sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that looked a size too small thanks to all of his muscles. His hair was messy, and his beard only made him look hotter. Normally, he would shave. I wondered why he let his beard grow.

My...