The first of a double chapter update. Enjoy! Ellie xo
Jackson POV I continued to sit by Carrie’s bedside refusing food when it was offered. I was sick with worry. I did not want our fight to be the first thing she thinks about when she wakes up. I look at the door to Carrie’s room as it opens, and I see a doctor walk through. “Alpha, I hate to bother you but there is a Pack member waiting outside to see you,” she says. “Who?” I ask annoyed at being interrupted. “Rosie; she wants to update you on the pup,” she says embarrassed to be bringing this to me in my mate’s room. “I am not leaving my mate,” I reply looking away from the doctor. She nods but before she can exit the room, Rosie saunters in as if she owns the place. “Jax, I need to speak with you,” she says in her annoying voice. I had never realized just how annoying it was until I had met Carrie. “I said no,” I say standing to escort her out of the room. She dodges my hand and walks closer to Carrie. “Get the hell away from my mate!” I
Jackson POV It had been hours since Christian had left. I was starting to wonder if I should not go and meet with the rogues myself. I hated the thoughts of leaving Carrie, but if they had information that would help me help her, I needed to consider that a priority. As I stood to walk over to Carrie’s bedside, I hear a sharp knock on the door. I walk back towards the door, opening it and seeing both Carleton and Christian standing in front of me. “What?” I ask confused as I had not expected to see Carleton after he left with Jessica. And I did not understand why they were together. “We need to talk,” Christian says indicating it was confidential. I look back at Carrie, but knowing she can hear us, I do not want to burden her with more worry. I call a nurse over, “Stay with the Luna until I return. Nobody enters unless it is her doctor,” I say leaving the nurse with an Alpha command. “And call me immediately, if she wakes up,” I add.
Carrie POV I am floating along hearing the vague discussions around me when suddenly pain grips my body. My chest is on fire. I am struggling to breathe. I can hear the shouting and I hear Jackson yell at me to fight. “Jackson?” I try to respond but the pain is debilitating. As if a switch is turned off, I find myself in a black void. Nothing. No sounds. No Jackson calling to me. Just darkness. And silence. “Reba?” I call out. No response. I start to feel like I am going to hyperventilate but I am in space where breathing is not relevant or noticeable. I want to panic. Scream. Beg for mercy but I have nothing.And then next I am removed from my body, and I can see the scene unfolding below me. As if I am sitting in a corner watching a move as they fight to save me. I see Jackson trying to get to me but he is being held back by Christian and Carleton. I see the doctor shouting orders to the medical team.I cringe as I see them shock my body, trying to get
Jackson POV I hold my breath trying to listen to what Christian is telling me to listen to. All I can hear is the blood pounding in my ears. The pain is destroying me. I cannot breathe and I cannot hear. Suddenly there is a faint sound that teases my hearing. I sit up trying to get closer to the sound. I dare to look to Carrie and see her color returning. How is this possible? I watched her die. I felt our mate bond break. I slowly reach my hand out to touch her hand, and I feel a sense of calm wash over me. I am lulled into a sense of peace as I hear a slow, but consistent beep. The machine is beeping! I was hearing it more clearly now. I slowly stand beside my mate and stare at the rise and fall of her chest. She was back. I do not know how, but I feel myself fall to her chest simply sobbing uncaring who is present. I sense people moving away from us, giving us privacy as I thank the Moon Goddess for this incredible miracle.
Carrie POV I could feel myself surfacing from the clouds. I felt like I was back in my body. My chest was sore, but not as bad as it had been. I could feel sparks on my hand, “Come back to me, baby,” I hear Jackson saying over and over again. One more layer of dust, and I will be free. I will be able to communicate with him. “Reba?” I call out. I hear some shuffling, “I am here,” she calls out sounding distant. “It is time,” I reply. “I am ready,” she says sounding stronger and closer to me. With that last step, I called out to Jackson through our mind-link, “Jackson?” I say sounding weaker than I felt. I felt him stiffen beside me, “Carrie?” he asks cautiously as if he is not trusting himself. “I am on my way back to you,” I reply stronger and more confident. I feel him kiss my hand, and then my forehead. As he is starting to move back from me, my eyes slowly open. I blink at the brightness against my eyes that have not been open for a
Jackson POV As we stand there waiting to go into the room where the DNA samples will be collected, I cannot help but feel a sense of disgust at myself for being in this position. Disappointed that if this is true, it will devastate my mate. Carrie has been amazing, but how much can she take before it becomes too much? “Stop worrying Jackson. I am not going anywhere,” Carrie murmurs beside me. I pull her into my arms, “How did I get so lucky to have you as my mate?” I ask her as we stand there holding one another. “I will remind you of that when I have a temper tantrum,” she says with a chuckle. A temper tantrum or two would be warranted. With her own fertility worries, on top of this mess, she deserves to be angry. And hurt. But she is displaying none of that. Right now, she is being here for me and for that I am grateful. “Are you hungry? You have not even eaten or been to the Pack house yet,” I ask with concern. “This will no
Jessica POV We were back in my room, after having watched Carrie come back to life. I realized as I watched what Carleton must have gone through watching me die and be revived. I could not fathom what emotions he ran through before he landed on joy that I was still with him. Relief that I had not been lost. I was looking at changing when Carleton enters the room. “What are you doing, gorgeous?” he asks me. “Just trying to decide what to put on,” I reply as he comes up behind me wrapping his arms around me. “I think nothing would be a good start,” he says as he cups my breasts, pinching my nipples through my bra. They immediately respond to his attention, going hard. He nuzzles my neck, “I think we should get down to the business of marking,” he suggests as his hands slide down my body pulling my hips back against his hardness. I can feel myself getting wet at the thoughts of having him inside me. It had been too long. Too long fo
Carleton POV “I do not have my wolf,” Jessica whispers. I am still inside of her. I lower my head to rest in her neck. “That’s okay, gorgeous. We will figure it out,” I say as I remain over her resting the bulk of my weight on my arms. “No, I cannot feel her,” Jessica says in a panic. “You are still healing. Give yourself a chance to heal. She will come back,” I promise her as I move slightly and slip out of her body. I see the tears in her eyes, and I roll to the side pulling her into my arms. “I promise it will be okay,” I murmur to her as I feel her tears drop on my chest. She wraps her arms around my waist and simply lays there. I eventually hear her steady breathing and realize she has fallen asleep. I lay there enjoying having my fated mate in my arms after so many months alone searching for her. I wish I had a link to someone here. I was too far away from my own Pack to reach out to someone to find out if this was normal. And the