Chapter 150
“Get the f**k out of the way!” it’s James.
He’s on the phone. I hear Adam screaming through it.
James begins CPR, but it won’t matter.
She’s gone.
My wolf howls and my soul splinters. There’s no other description for it.
“Make her breathe, Aaron,” James orders me.
What? She’s gone. I ha te that I know it. But the influx of
energy is so great. Like the pull of the moon on the ocean, only straight into me.
“Keep her blood circulating and oxygenated. Adam thinks they can keep her in an induced coma long enough for the baby to develop.”
“What!?”
I’m in shock. I know that. I’m still feeding off Alpha powers that are barraging my body. I’m holding my wife’s soft hand and feeling it grow colder.
I’m thinking of everything that I had… that is lost.
Everything I wanted that will never be.
James yells, “Breathe!”
And when I make no move to give her air, he shoves me out of
the way and covers Leah’s lips with his own.
I’m watching like I’m in someone else’s body.
This can’t be happening. It can’t be.
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I brought her cookies that chef made. I grabbed her favorite
books from the airport store before I took off. I had a night planned that would involve us entwined together for hours intimately. I knew something wasn’t right when I talked to her on the phone. I should’ve called her back.
I should’ve told her I loved her. I could’ve.
Any time.
Any day.
For all these years.
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I roar as the powers of her bloodline transfer to me. Unlike the first time, that is slow and agonizing, with each subsequent
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Alpha, it’s like water to a sponge, soaking up every atom, every bit of transferable energy.
It’s done quickly.
“No. No. Nooo!” I scream. I just left her this morning. I can still
scent her on my skin. She can’t be gone. She can’t leave me.
This can’t be happening!
James thumps her chest. Once. Twice. Then again. “I need a defibrillator!” One of our packmates scrambles out of the room like those medical devices are just lying around on the
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James continues the CPR. He can huff and puff and pound her chest, but he needs to stop beating on her body so roughly. I snarl. He needs to stop the compressions. She may be gone,
but he shouldn’t hurt her.
“Enough,” I growl.
But James ignores me.
Across the room, Liam bleeds out onto the marble floor. I want to drag him back to life just to ki ll him again. He kil led her. This
woman who is bound to me.
Bound…to me.
A thought takes root.
I crawl across the floor to my wife and haul her back into my arms. “We can still save the baby, Aaron. We have to try.”
My canines drop and James gapes at me. “Nooo!”
But I don’t think. I just bite into her neck, the same burned, blackened skin that tastes of blood and death and ash.
I tear my mo uth free and bite my own wrist open until I’m bleeding freely. Over her wounds, over her mo uth and into it.
“Da mn it, no, Aaron! She’s gone! You can’t turn her!”
But it’s too late.
I’ve started the transition. But not in the normal way. I’ve
taken her blood and marked her with mine.
I’ve mated her.
A human…no longer of this world.
My wolf howls and merges, leaching from my soul into Leah’s
body.
I will drag her back from death. Or follow her there….
