All Chapters of Eyes Of Lust: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

TRIGGER WARNINGAngel’s POVI could hear the sounds of the machine and I felt ready to wake up but my body refused. My wolf was crying in my mind and I instantly knew why. I felt empty inside, my pup must be gone. I can feel Damon’s touch on my hand, I know it’s him because of the tingles and his scent. I stir slightly so he knows I’m not fully asleep and he whispers, “I can see your tears, keeping your eyes closed won’t stop the pain. Please wake up and talk to me”I hear those words and more tears fall before I realise I’m even crying. I slowly flicker my eyes open and he has his hands both wrapped around 1 of mine. No words are spoken as my other hand goes to my stomach. Tears start to fall uncontrollably and my sobs become louder. Damon stays quiet but his tears don’t go unnoticed.“I’m having you transferred to our pack hospital. A private ambulance will be arriving to pick us up shortly” he stands and wipes his eyes as he tries to compose himself before he kisses my head and goe

A few days pass and Angels energy is yet to come back, they are feeding her nutrients through a drip, Dr Bridge is hoping her wolf will help her heal but it seems her wolf is also keeping her asleep. Zeus can sense her holding Angel in, he thinks she’s trying to protect her from the pain. Zeus asks to be let out, that way he can try communicating with Azalia. I’m not won over by the idea however I’m running out of options so this could be my best bet.I release Zeus and I’m now stood over Angel in wolf form, he’s true to his word and reaches out to Azalia. She’s refusing to acknowledge him at first but eventually she responds.“I’m not letting her face any more loss, it’s pulling us apart inside. The heartbreak is too much for us. We’re only just learning how to live being happy and now everything is being pulled apart.” She howls with the pain and I feel her loss“Azalia, we feel the pain too, but we can only get through this if we stick together. Trust us, your fated mate. We will d

Angel’s POVIt’s been rough these past few months there has been loads of challenges. But the loss of my unborn child has by far been the worst. Me and Damon have discussed my ideal way of dealing with it. I don’t hold much hope for a funeral but I do want a memorial at least.I had names picked for my short list and I told Damon about them, I chose Lilly for a girl because it would represent beauty, and I wanted Luca for a boy, a name of honour and strength. Damon likes the names and said once we find out what our baby was we can have a memorial.I’m happy at the idea of a real goodbye to my baby, it may not have made it to this world but it was loved no matter what. While we’re snuggled up in bed Damon’s phone rings, he says it’s doctored Bridge and we both sat up. I couldn’t fully hear the conversation but Damon sounded uplifted When he hangs up the phone he tells me that the doctor has some information to discuss with us and he’s coming over to speak with us. “When” my curiosit

We head down for breakfast, Eliza and Roman have prepared food and kept us a private space just the 4 of us away from any staff. I can tell they are being carful what to say but I don’t want them to avoid the subject. “So have you thought about any ideas for his funeral?” I ask casually Eliza looks stunned, “ermmm well I had a couple of ideas but we can talk about them later if you like.”“Actually I’m hoping we can have things in place as soon as possible, I want to bring him home as soon as.” I explained “Oh love, that’s lovely. Well if you’re up for discussing it I would like to grab my laptop and show you some ideas I have been working with. I stayed up very late mulling everything over so you could have options.” She said with a hint of sadness in her voice “That would actually be nice” I assure her, Damon squeezed my hand in support for looking at ideas.Roman is just sat quietly eating his food, “would you mind if I said a few worlds at the funeral” he kept his head down as

Damon’s POVIt’s the hardest thing I have ever faced, seeing, holding and saying goodbye to my child that I didn’t even get to know. It’s taken its toll on us both and once I calm Angel down we head home. Mum meets us at the door and rushes over to hug us, she doesn’t ask how we are and just guides Angel inside to a warm drink and some toast. She says it will help with the nausea.“How did you know” Angel asks mum but it’s not something mum discussed with me before “I love a child before it had chance to live, natural causes but the loss was still sickening” she gave Angel a sad smile and sat next to her“It gets easier with time and you feel them around you at times, but first we have to have your time to grieve and process it” her eyes looked sad as if her pain was resurfacing “Thanks, I appreciate you telling me.” Angel smiled a small smile to acknowledge mums painI genuinely don’t know how a funeral will make the ache in my heart feel but I know I want to have it and have our