Semua Bab The Alpha Of My Heart: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Alethea Everything inside me stops functioning the moment I see Asher.He's been stabbed-multiple times. One deep wound in his chest and another near his ribs, both bleeding heavily. The dark red liquid seeps out in alarming amounts, staining his clothes and pooling onto the floor. His breathing is shallow.Then, his body gives out.He slumps forward, and before he can hit the ground completely, I catch him, my arms barely strong enough to hold him up."Somebody help!" I scream, my voice breaking with sheer panic. "Get the pack doctors! Get the healer! The Alpha has been stabbed!"My cries echo through the hallway, as it bounces off the walls as I desperately look around for help. My vision blurs with tears, and my heart pounds so hard it feels like it might burst.Suddenly, I hear footsteps.Then I see them-Liam and Ryder, covered in blood, their eyes wild with adrenaline from battle. They fought hard, but right now, all I care about is Asher."Please, help him! He must not die!" I

Alethea"Oh, please, ma'am, you have to stay back so we can attend to him," the pack doctor says, as he notices me rushing toward him. I know he's right. If I go in now, my emotions will spiral out of control, and I'll only get in the way. But standing here, helpless, is torture. All I want is for Asher to be okay. I can't even imagine him dying. Xena, how is Kaidos? I ask my wolf, desperate for some connection, some reassurance. But Xena is eerily quiet. The silence from her side is suffocating. I guess she's gone numb, overwhelmed by the fact that our mate is in grave danger. I watch as the doctor disappears into Asher's room, leaving me stranded outside with nothing but my racing thoughts. My legs ache, and my head pounds from the relentless stress. I spot a chair nearby and collapse into it, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I've lost count of how many times I've done that in the past hour. By now, I probably look completely disheveled, but who cares? My alph

Alethea Like a deranged woman about to lose her mate, I rush out of the room, as my heart slams against my chest. I can feel the guards' eyes on me, with confusion-probably wondering if I've finally lost my mind. My mate is dying. Hanging on by a thread. And they expect me to be calm? Hell no. Then I see him-Dr. Parker, walking towards me. Relief floods my chest as I sprint toward him, barely catching my breath. "Are you okay?" he asks, his brows furrowed as he takes in my disheveled state. "No, doctor! He's not okay!" I cry out, as my voice breaks with desperation. "He's burning up-his body won't stop trembling! It's like his life is slipping away!" The words spill out all at once, as my hands grip his arms tightly, as if he's the only lifeline I have left. Then I remember-the vial. I frantically pull it out from my pocket, as I shove it toward him. "Look, doctor! I found this on the floor in his room! Did you use this on him?" My voice shakes as I push the bottle into hi

AletheaI hear the unmistakable sound of Xavier's voice as he questions the doctor about Asher's condition. Dr. Josh sticks to our plan, repeating exactly what we agreed on. I hold my breath, counting on Asher to recover, because if he doesn't, we're all in serious trouble. Then, Xavier inhales sharply. "I smell something familiar," he murmurs, sniffing the air. My heart slams against my ribs. No. No. He can't sense me. I squeeze my eyes shut, silently praying that my scent is masked well enough. A beat of silence. "It's gone now," he mutters. I exhale softly, relief washing over me-but I know this is only temporary. Xavier will figure it out eventually. He's too dangerous, too power-hungry to ignore any loose ends. But not now. Not while Asher is fighting for his life. Xavier exchanges a few more words with the doctor about making sure Asher receives the "best care." It's a weak attempt at sympathy, and I don't believe it for a second. Finally, I hear his footsteps fade aw

AsherMy body feels like a massive weight crushes me and pins me in place. No matter how much I try to move, it's like an invisible force holds me down, it makes it impossible to even lift a finger. I hate this. I hate to feel powerless, to depend on others when I should stand on my own. I can sense movement around me, I can hear faint voices, but my mind is trapped in a thick fog. My thoughts slip through my grasp like sand, impossible to hold on to. The worst part is the sound of someone crying, it's agonizing, broken. The sound tugs at something deep inside me, making my heart clench. It's a voice I know, a voice that means everything to me. I want to comfort her, to tell her I'm here, but each time I try, I feel myself sinking deeper into the abyss, trapped in this endless torment. Then it happens. A soft touch against my chest. Warm. Gentle. Familiar. It starts as the faintest spark flashes to life, then surges through me like a current; it lights up every nerve in my body.