Page 193 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I storm off and don’t slow down until I push her hospital room doors with all my strength. They break, but I don’t fucking care.
There she is. Laying on the bed, unconscious, IV drip stuck into one hand, the other is held by my beta.
And maybe that’s what is most disturbing of all.
He hates her. But both of his big hands are squeezing her small one, his forehead leaned over. He looks like he’s praying and I’m suddenly aware I’m just standing in the middle of the room, staring at the scene, paralyzed.
I specifically told these morons I will be so drugged on wolfsbane I wouldn’t feel if anything will be happening to her, so they would know to be extra careful. Not fucking drag her into the battle they didn’t even have to start.
“Alpha!” the doctor rushes inside with Atlas, who must have gone for him. “Luna is in critical condition, and her wolf doesn’t seem to heal her anymore, probably too shocked after themiscarriage—”
“Miscarriage?” I ask dryly because that’s the first time anyone mentions to me that she was even pregnant.Was she?
“Alpha, I already told Beta that we don’t have time. We need to find her true mate as soon as possible.”
“Are you kidding me?” Atlas hisses at the doctor, probably because suggesting to the Royal Alpha werewolf that only another man could save his wife is outrageous. It is, but… I don’t care.
“Okay, and how couldhehelp her?” I ask taking slow steps to her fragile body, until I can put a hand on my Beta’s shoulder.
He gazes up at me, looking like I pulled him out of some trance.
“True mates can heal each other when they are close, even if they are not marked,” the doctor answers from a safe distance. “He would have to embrace her, skin to skin, and just be with her, I guess… I’m sorry, Alpha. I know that’s not what you want to hear.”
I nod at no one in particular, just looking at her.
“We already started cross-referencing all the Alphas before, and I asked one of the Officers to bring the papers down as soon as the doctor told me,” Beta states—staring at her hands in his. “He should be back any moment.”
I nod again, mindlessly, my eyes moving from one unhealed wound to another. There are so many…
“Waste of time, she was lying to everyone about this,” I state finally, accepting a theory I was trying to ignore for a long time.
It’s me…
I go around the bed while untying the robe.
“What?” Beta finally looks up at me. “Wait… you think that you are… seriously? Are you sure, Alpha?”
Atlas sits on the chair near him with the same taken-aback face.
“I better be fucking right about this.” I climb into the bed with her, “Help me.”
Luciferis startled at first but then he hurriedly helps me roll her onto her left side, just like she likes to sleep. I try not to dwell on the smell of blood and all the other wounds that were hidden under the covers—until I just picked it up.
I firmly press my body to her almost naked one, and I wrap my arm around her waist to pull her to me in the same manner as always.
I lean into her neck and inhale her scent. It's just a basic werewolf smell as if someone in the hospital cleaned her with water. No cosmetics. No laundry detergent that usually makes all her clothes smell like mine. Just an antiseptic smell of the place we are in. Nothing that would make her—her.
I inhale her neck again—trying to pinpoint a trace of a smell that makes me think I would recognize her anyway, but I must be mad because there’s nothing there.
She’s lying lifeless, and my heart hurts so fucking much I can’t stand it.
So, I close my eyes and try to remember…
The first time she told me with a sleepy, sexy voice ‘I’m yours’ in the middle of the night with her butt pressed to my cock. It was even before the mark I gave her. I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize she had said that. She went back to sleep immediately after.
“You never gave me your mark, Little Wolf. You have to wake up. You have to wake up for me, Ash,” I say quietly just for her, but I know the guys can hear it too. They are werewolves, after all, sitting in the same room.
But I don’t care.
