Chapter 58: Awake

Amaarae's POV 

“ The woman.” 

Her figure.. it escaped my hands that moved to clasp and hold onto it in despair.

Her words rang in my head, making nerves stressed as I thought deep at it.. my consciousness was returning.

I jolted awake, gasping for air. My chest felt like it was about to burst, and my lungs ached as though I’d been holding my breath for hours. The room was blindingly white, the harsh fluorescent light stabbing into my eyes. The sterile scent of antiseptics burned my nose. My body was heavy and stiff, almost like it didn’t belong to me anymore.

I was in a hospital. I knew it by its smell that evaded my nostrils and I couldn't help but scrunch up my face in disgust from the persistent odor.

For a second, I couldn’t tell if I was still dreaming. 

Something in me told me it was a trance, it was a warning for what was about to happen in the future and it bugged me. 

It felt it would be better to refer to it as a vision.. it made an inference to the future that I didn't know but she knew.

The vision was so vivid—Lucas coming for the scroll. My heart pounded as the memory of it surged through me. In that dream, I wasn’t just running or hiding. I was harnessing something—magic, power. It felt raw and untamed, coursing through my veins even now, like an echo of something greater.

I moved my hand slightly, testing my strength. My fingers trembled, weak but responsive. 

But, one thing remained unclear… Why would an omega like me possess such power? It scared me and now it was in me.

A nurse walked in, humming softly. She froze the moment her eyes landed on me. The clipboard in her hand slipped, clattering to the floor.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “She’s awake!”

Before I could speak, she bolted out of the room, shouting for the doctors. Within moments, the door swung open again, and a group of nurses and doctors rushed in. They crowded around me, their faces a mix of shock, awe, and disbelief.

“She’s awake,” one of them muttered, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “After five months… unbelievable.”

I barely registered their voices. I was too busy trying to sit up, the stiffness in my body making every movement feel like a struggle.

“Amaarae?”

The sound of his voice snapped me out of my daze. Lucas. He was standing in the doorway, frozen like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His usual composed expression was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

Our eyes met, and for a moment, neither of us moved. Then he was at my side in an instant, his hands hovering just inches from me, trembling slightly.

“Amaarae,” he said softly, his voice breaking. “You’re awake. You’re really awake.”

I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to speak.

His eyes roamed over me, scanning my face like he was afraid I might disappear again. “Are you okay? Do you feel any pain?”

“I’m… fine,” I managed to croak. My voice was hoarse, barely audible.

Lucas turned to the doctors, his expression hardening. “I want a full analysis. External and internal. Run every test you have. I need to know if she’s really okay.”

The doctors nodded, immediately setting to work. Machines beeped and whirred around me as they ran their tests, poking and prodding as they murmured to each other.

“She’s stable,” one of them said finally, stepping back. “Externally, there’s no sign of injury. Internally, everything looks normal. It’s remarkable, given the circumstances.”

“Remarkable?” Lucas repeated, his tone sharp. “She’s been unconscious for five months. You’re telling me she’s just… fine?”

Another doctor nodded. “It’s a miracle. There’s no other explanation.”

Lucas didn’t seem convinced, but he let it go. He turned back to me, his expression softening. “You need to eat,” he said.

“She’s right,” one of the nurses added. “She’ll need to regain her strength. We’ll prepare a light meal for her.”

“No,” Lucas said firmly. “Bring enough food. She’s been out for months; she needs more than just ‘light.’”

It didn’t take long for the food to arrive. A tray was wheeled in, piled high with bowls of soup, bread, and fruit. I blinked at the sight of it, raising an eyebrow at Lucas.

“This is light?” I asked, my voice still scratchy.

Lucas chuckled softly, pulling a chair closer to my bed. “You’ve been out for five months. You need to regain your strength. Let me help.”

I gave him a look. “You’re going to feed me?”

“Of course,” he said with a small smile. “Let me take care of you for once.”

I didn’t argue. I was too weak to lift the spoon anyway. Lucas picked up a bowl of soup and brought the first spoonful to my lips.

“Careful,” he said. “It’s hot.”

The warmth of the soup spread through me as I swallowed. “Not bad,” I admitted.

He grinned, scooping up another spoonful. “I told them to make it sweet. I know how picky you are.”

I rolled my eyes but let him continue. He fed me slowly, his usual intensity replaced by a surprising gentleness. It felt strange—Lucas, the man who was always so commanding and fierce, now sitting here, taking care of me like this.

“Why are you being so nice?” I asked after a few bites, eyeing him suspiciously.

His smirk returned, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “You scared the hell out of me, Amaarae. I thought I’d lost you.”

Something in his tone made my chest tighten, but I didn’t know how to respond. I stayed quiet, letting the silence stretch between us as he continued to feed me.

Despite the food, the warmth, and Lucas’s presence, the weight of my dream pressed heavily on my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming—something big. The scroll, Lucas’s intentions, my newfound power… it all swirled in my head, a chaotic storm I couldn’t yet make sense of.

For now, I let Lucas pamper me, his soft smile and gentle hands a strange comfort. But deep down, I knew this calm wouldn’t last. The storm was coming, and I had to be ready for it.

I was done eating, the food was put away and Lucas turned to look at me with a small smile as he said softly and audibly,

I propped up to listen to his words in all seriousness.

“ Where is the scroll?”