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Arthur’s POV

This can’t be.

I shake my head in disbelief. It can’t.

“You can’t reject her.” Ares warns me.

“How?” I whisper, trying to gather my thoughts.

“A second chance, maybe.” Before I can reply to Ares, I lock eyes with the lady in platinum hair. My heart skips a beat, as I witness her eyes glow a mesmerizing tortoise blue shade that nobody notices but me.

“No…” I shake my head, looking away. “It can’t be.” I mutter. I look back at her, and she is still standing in one place, looking at me. I was five rows to the front, and I could hear her heart beating. It was both soothing, and nerve-wrecking.

Her pulse was that of a human, but there was something uneven about it. It seemed that it was of a human, but not. She had secrets. Secrets I wanted to know. Secrets I wanted to hear about, as I caressed her smooth, yet beautifully dark skin.

What am I saying? I shake my head, trying to remove the crazy thoughts out of my head. I can’t think like this.

“I can’t have her.” I whisper to myself.

“She is our mate.” Ares speaks.

“Our mate is dead.” I remind him. “Our Accalia is gone. She dead in front of us, don’t you remember?”

“She is in front of you now.” He insists.

“She is not.” I shake my head.

“Arthur, that woman is our mate.” Ares growls at me. "Whether you like it or not."

“Our mate is dead Ares. She is dead and she is not coming back!” I reply, shutting him out, storming out the hall, going to have a breath of fresh air.

When I get outside, I place my hands on my hair, trying to think.

Why? How?

Is this even possible to have two mates in one lifetime, or it’s just some sick joke that is rather too serious to seem sick? Is moon goddess playing games with me?

I have a fiancée and a five-year-old kid for goodness sake. What could I possible do with another mate? Another mate… Does that even sound right, logically in the werewolf world? I’m 102 years old, and I’ve heard of no such phenomeuon.

As I was trying to sort out my thoughts and then what I what I had to do next, my son mind links me.

“Daddy, come back.” He whispers, his voice slowly fading.

“Somebody help!” I suddenly yells, and then, commotion broke out. I rush back, and the closer I get to the front, the more crowded it is. I push my way to the front, when I finally get to where Echo should be, he was lying on the floor instead.

Oblivious to anyone who is close to him, I kneel down, and take him into my arms, placing my head close to his chest, pretending to hear his heartbeat. I heard it while I was kneeling down. It was uneven and beating rather odd for my liking.

It was like he had two different pulses at the same time, which was confusing and weird.

While I was trying to warm his hands, a hand touched mine, and sparks ran through my fingers that it made my heart stop for a second.

I looked up, and I realised, it was my 'said' mate. The moment I felt the sparks, her heart started to beat at faster rate, and her breathing hiccupped. I could feel how my touch was affecting her, and I wanted more of that.

I wanted to see her flatter when I touch her, and I wanted my presence to have an affect on her. I craved to make her feel wanted, special…

Goodness, what am I saying? I push the thoughts away from me.

“You can’t push her away Arthur, even if you wanted too.” Ares mutters.

“Shut it, Ares.” I glare at him.

“He needs to go to hospital.” My mate suddenly speaks. Her voice is so soothing, I just want to hear her speak, again and again and again. Even if it was sweet nothings. “Call an ambulance.” She continues.

“You can’t control the bond Arthur, that will only hurt you and me, and you know it.” He continues.

“Stop invading my thoughts.” I push him out, getting frustrated.

One of the parents utter, “I have already called it.”

“No need,” I pick up my son, “I will take him to hospital. We don’t know how long we have to wait for the ambulance.” I continue.

She touches my arm, and I feel the sparks again, this time, it’s accompanied by tingles, running down my spine. I looked away, biting my lower lip. This is seriously gonna be the death of me.

“Can I accompany you?” She asks, walking out behind me. I choose to ignore her. “I’m a doctor.” I stop, and she bumps into me.

“Sorry.” She whispers.

I turn around, “Lady, I appreciate your help, but I will be fine.”

“It’s Dr Quinzel Khaleel O’Conner.” She utters.

“Miss Quin, I really appreciate your help, but I will take it from here.” I smile, leaving her standing in one spot. The further I got away from her, the more I felt like I could breathe. When I got to the car, I placed Echo on the backseat.

He was still out. I check his pulse again, and still, it was back and forth. This was starting to bother me. Echo has never passed out, let alone have different pulse that were contradicting each other at the same time. One hand had a slow pulse, the other a fast one.

It was actually starting to worry me. Since we in the city, it’s better to take him to hospital, and let them see what’s wrong with him then having to travel miles back home when it could be something serious and life threatening.

A few minutes later, Sabre calls.

“Sir, the guards are dead.” He informs me.

“Flip.” I hit the starring wheel,” Did you get any clues about who invaded us?”

“No, but we did find out that it’s a woman, well, a woman and teenage girl.” He continues.

“How?” I question.

“Katana found that the scent that invade us carried a piece of a hybrid woman. She caught it because the person who invade us is related to someone who belongs to our pack.” He explains.

“That’s impossible.” I shake my head, trying to think. “The only woman whom I’ve ever known to be a hybrid was my wife, and she didn’t have any siblings. She’s the only daughter to her mother and father who have both passed on. So, I don’t understand how that is possible.” I reasoned with him.

“Maybe we should gather our people from the pack and see if the scent aligns.” He suggests.

“Okay, you do that and see what you can find.” I ended the call.

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