Semua Bab Her Ultimate Salvation: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Matt POV“Like hell you are. You may not like me, but she is my mate,” I say to Kate prepared to fight her on this. I would not allow anyone to take Amelie from me. “She is not marked. She is not a part of your Pack. What kind of mate leaves her at risk like that?” Kate says to me, her words dripping with condescension.“We were about to mark one another tonight, when the attacks started,” I reply angrily. I would not normally explain myself but for some reason Kate’s aura was pushing me to respond. As we were arguing, Colby interrupted. “Matt, she needs you,” he says as I could see Amelie getting agitated again. I could see tears dripping down her cheeks. I quickly take her hand and lean forward wiping the tears, as I gently kiss her lips. She settles once again for me, much to Kate’s anguish. “I am right here, baby. I promise, I will not leave you again,” I murmur to her. She continues to breathe in and out. Right now, that is the best sound I could hear from my mate.

Amelie POVI watched the activity around me. I was taking it all in but could not respond. Someone had given me a notepad to reply to questions, but I threw it to the side not wanting to respond to anyone. I was angry. How could this happen? I had been so close to my happy ever after and now I had to face the fact that I had no voice and that my leg may never be the same again.I was slipping into a depression. I could see the worry on Matt’s face along with Kate and Colby. I was grateful they were here. I could not stand the pity I saw on everyone’s face as they entered the room. Blake and Rosie meant well but just angered me more. The nurses and doctors who came in to explain what was happening, but their voices held little hope for me.Everyone expected I would have questions. I did but I refused to write down on a notepad what I wanted to say. I just turned away from everyone as they talked around me. I felt sparks on my hand or my arm often, but I never looked at Matt

Matt POVAmelie was ready to be released from the hospital. She kept coming up with excuses that she was not ready, but the doctors, Kate, Colby, and I had spoken to her last night and explained it was time to move on. She was still doing her therapies for both her leg and her voice. She had made a lot of progress with her leg; however, her voice remains a stumbling block. The therapist believes she has a chance of gaining some of her vocals, although perhaps not as fully as she was used to.“Are you ready sweetheart?” I ask her as she stands by her bed. “I really do not feel I am ready,” she starts to write when I cut her off. “Amelie, we have been over this. It is time,” I say calmly when I feel my frustration levels are through the roof. I knew she was struggling, and I was trying to be patient. I can see her debating internally about whether to argue more or not. Just as she was about to write something else, Kate and Colby walked in. Kate looks at both of us understan

Matt POVI read the note from Amelie and my heart breaks for her. She truly is struggling and now at least I understand why. I was so pissed off at her for pushing me away, I could not contain my anger. I immediately felt guilty for pushing her so hard but decided to go for a quick run in my wolf form to relax before confronting her.My wolf immediately pushed me to go back to Amelie, saying she needed us. He was right. She was struggling and I had pushed her too hard. Reading her note once more I hear her in the washroom. I hear the shower go on and decide to join her. I needed to show her that nothing has changed for me. I will always want her.I strip off my clothes before entering the bathroom. I do not knock. I want her to know nothing will keep me away from her. I walk in, standing in front of her and telling her “I will give you a week to get on board,” I say before I lean down and capture her lips.Before I know it, she is trying to take me in her mouth. I stop her

Amelie POV“Amelie, it is mom,” the voice says. I stand there in shock. It cannot be. It cannot be my dead mother calling me. “I do not believe her,” I write on the notepad in front of Matt. “She does not believe you,” Matt replies to her. “I am sure this is difficult to understand, Amelie, but you have to believe me,” she says.“She does not have to believe anything. Her mother died fifteen years ago,” Matt replies to her angrily. “I did not die. I did not ever want any of this to happen to you, Amelie. You must believe me,” she says sounding like she is crying.“Why?” I write down for Matt to convey to her. “Why?” he asks on my behalf. “Amelie, it is complicated. There are far too many things at play to have this conversation over the phone. Please meet me so we can discuss everything,” she says as if she is suggesting something completely logical.Shaking my head at Matt, he replies, “No.”. The woman sighed on the other end of the phone before whispering, “I need you t