All Chapters of The Alpha's Prey : Chapter 81 - Chapter 86

Laura’s POVThe training started the day after today.I stood in the middle of the field, the wind tugging at my hair, the solar burning down. Brandon stood in front of me, his palms folded, his eyes sharp however hot.“Again,” he said, tossing me the timber dagger.My arms fumbled. The dagger dropped.I picked it up, respiration was difficult.“I’m not robust enough,” I whispered.He walked nearer, gently lifting my chin.“You don’t have to be sturdy these days. You just have to show up.”He stepped lower back. “Now again. This time, consciousness.”I charged forward, yelling, looking to swing the dagger the way he taught me.But he moved rapidly. Too rapid.Before I blinked, he twisted in the back of me, his hands wrapping around my waist. He whispered in opposition to my ear, “You’re main with anger, no longer purpose.”I ought to feel his breath. My coronary heart raced—now not simply from schooling.I turned to face him, panting. “Then what ought to I lead with?”“Balance. Patien

Laura’s POV Brandon didn’t communicate. His eyes were closed. His body was lifeless under my fingers. I pressed my forehead to his chest, shaking all over. I struggled to breathe slightly. “Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t die.” His blood was everywhere. On my arms. On my face. In my mouth. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to wake up. Damien knelt beside me, seeking to assist Evelyn stop the bleeding. But nothing worked. The sword had long passed deep. Too deep. “His pulse is fading,” Evelyn said, her voice tight. “We need to do the binding.” “W

Laura’s POV I screamed so loud it felt like something ripped into my chest. Brandon hit the wooden ground hard, blood speeding from his shoulder like a red river. I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my arms to the wound, however it wouldn’t forestall. My imagination and prescience blurred from tears and fear, and I could barely breathe as I shouted his call over and over. His eyes rolled lower back for a second, then flickered open simply enough to discover mine. “I’m ok,” he mumbled, while his blouse soaked through with blood. “It didn’t hit the heart.” I didn’t believe him. I may want to feel the warm temperature of his blood below my fingers and see the light coloration of his pores and skin. He wasn’t okay. None of this changed ok. My palms were shaking so badly I couldn’t think. But then I remembered wh