Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's regret: Omega's second chance: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

Amara's POV What I felt was beyond pain. It was beyond just fear. It was grief in slow motion, dressed in the clothes of Déjà vu. My stomach was turning so bad. For a moment, I feared I was going to vomit my own heart heart out. The way I had held Damien to my chest was the exact same way I had held Jared, while they both struggled to breathe. It was cruel, far too cruel for that kind of history to repeat itself. But it was different this time. The fear this time was more intense, more paralyzing, it felt like I had been plunged into the deep trenches of the sea where the powerful pressure threatened to tear me apart. "I can't lose him." I said to Valerie, who was standing beside me now, hands on the small of my back and tears in her eyes. Amanda and her guard had driven us back to our pack, while Jamie already made preparations for us with the doctors at the hospital. Now we were in Damien's private room, while we watched him, completely uncertain about anything. "You won't." V

Amara's POV The night was cold. Extremely cold. But it had nothing to do with the weather. It was loneliness and it was fear. It was the thought that I was cursed and I was never meant to be with anyone. It was the fear that my life was a punishment and I could not be saved. Damien was my mate. My wolf didn't confirm it to me as it usually happens, but I knew it. I could feel it. Whenever I was with him— which was almost all the time— I could feel that tether pulling our souls together. But it's been five days, and he still wasn't waking up. There was no improvement whatsoever. I had been lying on his bed, trying to sleep. Or rather, deceiving myself because I knew that I would not sleep. I had spent the whole day with him at the hospital, and I insisted on sleeping over. But Klaus was the one who carried me— literally scooped me up and Valerie assisted as he shoved me into the car. They were all worried, because I was refusing to eat, to sleep, to do anything that wasn't pace in

Amara's POV Pregnancy was the last thing I expected or wanted at this point of my life. How could I even think of bringing a child into this world when I was barely existing? The word alone— 'pregnant'— made my chest tightened like all the air had been sucked out of the room. It felt as if I was dipped in cold water and there was no way out. I didn't feel happiness, not even the tiniest bit. All I felt was panic, fear, guilt. The time Damien and I had talked about starting our family, I had asked him to give me a little more time, because I was not ready. I had been taking the after morning pills after every sex. I didn't see this coming at all. But I would not have minded, I really would not, if he was awake and I wasn't battling with this paranoia. "Amara, this is good news." Valerie's soft voice cut through my thoughts. "Good news?" I stared at her like she was out of her mind, even though I was certain that I was the one out of my mind. "How is this good news? Damien is stil

Damien's POV It was night now, and I was back home. In my room. And I just couldn't stop sit down. I was by the window, looking outside, with no specific target. The whole place seemed different now. I wasn't talking of the physical surrounding, but the overall feel of it. I just seemed to see life a little more differently and appreciate it more now. I perceived her scent before I heard her footsteps. A small smile tugged at my lips, feeling her presence again. Then her hands wrapped around my chest, face buried in my back. "I missed you, Soldier." She murmured. I placed my hands atop hers, looking down to see how we fit perfectly together. "I missed you more." I pulled her hands away and turned to her, our eyes locking. I gently brushed a stray hair out of her face as I observed her. "You have grown thinner." She responded with a shrug. "So have you." I looked down at myself. I was wearing my pajamas, but my weight loss was still noticable through it. "I will be back in no

Amara's POV I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom the next morning, naked, staring at my neck. I had been marked by my mate for the second time, and it felt surreal. I thought I already knew how it felt, how deep the bond went, but I was wrong. This new connection was on a whole different level. I placed my hand on the spot, brushing it with my fingers as I stared at it. Touching and staring was all I had been doing since— that's if we weren't fucking and making love. I bit my lips, remembering how many times we went at it yesterday. By the time we were done, it was night. We both fell asleep, totally spent and exhausted. And I got a break from the nightmares that seemed to haunt me since Damien got stuck in that hospital. "It feels unreal, right?" His voice startled me as I was lost in my thoughts, that I forgot that he was here with me. He approached me, wrapping his hands around my waist, and I leaned back into him, trying to ignore the hardness pressing on me. "I am s