All Chapters of Breath Without Me: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Tristan's POVWalker glares daggers at the box of chocolates and flowers I hold in my arms as we walk down the hall toward Jason's hospital room. You would have thought these flowers and candy had somehow personally insulted him, or done his entire bloodline wrong in a past life. The angry, possessive looks he won't stop giving my gifts, have me rolling my eyes and shaking my head at the jealous Alpha. I push the door open to Jason's room since my Alpha is still mentally assaulting my gifts, and I enter the room.When I enter the room, I find it the way I did the last time I was here. Keith is sitting quietly in a reclined sofa chair on the far side of Jason's bed, next to the window, with a book in his hand. Jason is sitting propped upright in the center of the bed, his eyes fixed on the TV.Jason's face lights up when he sees us, and he quickly turns the TV off and focuses his eyes on me.“Are those for me?” Jason asks, reaching for the flowers with grabby hands like an excited chil

Armand's POVThe sound of medical equipment crashing to the floor echoes through the room. I watch as the young Delta frantically tries to distance himself, knocking over everything in his path. Keith is no help. He stands like a statue, eyes wide in shock as he looks at me. I can see the recognition in his eyes, a flash of a painful past I helped execute. He's stuck in his head, hearing my voice when I dealt his father's death sentence: “380 lashes!” He hears his 15-year-old self at the Hall, pleading for mercy. Begging us not to kill his father, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. We do not grant leniency to someone who is responsible for so many deaths.He watched in horror as my men chained his father up outside for the world to witness the execution of the man who accepted him as his son, when no one else would.Keith sees the regret and sorrow in his father's eyes as Robert looks back at him over his shoulder. His father's mouth moves, but he can't hear him over the chaos. But at

Jason's POV The Elder's lips move in front of my face, but I don't hear his words. My mind has thrown me back in time. I'm thrown back into the Omega's lounge room at the Hall. I see his cold, calculating eyes through the screen, staring my father down as he stands before the crowd. I hear his cruel words as he tells my father what a horrible person he is. Then. I hear it. I hear my father's sentence, which even the 6-year-old boy knew what it meant. It meant I'd never ride on my father's wolf ever again. It meant I'd never feel his fur between my fingers as I held on tight for a run. It meant I'd never giggle when my father's wolf scented me, because it would never happen again. It meant no more bedtime stories or sitting in my father's lap by the bonfire. It meant I'd never hear my father's voice again after this day, because the Elders' words were a death sentence, and I was about to have to watch him die in the cruelest way possible. It meant all of these things because of the

Tristan's POVI step out of the bathroom, drying my hair that has already grown past my shoulders and is the same length as it was before I received the devastating news that I had cancer. That nightmare still lingers in the back of my head. I have dreams that I'm in that room all alone again, the one where I ran off to, thinking I was protecting Walker, but in reality, I almost broke the man I love more than anything in this world. I didn't realize that he'd rather hold my hand through the worst of it, and hold me as I took my final breath, than if I had disappeared the way I had, and robbed him of those final moments with me. But I also didn't realize he was a magical, beautiful creature who could save me, save us, and God, I'm glad he did! I'm glad I have this second chance with him. I'm glad I get to explore this long life ahead of us, which we both now have, thanks to what he is.My eyes quickly find my beautiful, magical creature. My Alpha sits on the bed with his back against

Tristan's POV I stick the last piece of bacon into my mouth, chewing slowly as I tug at my collar again. I brush the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping the beads of sweat away. “Did you turn the heat up?” I ask, my voice sounding a little breathless as I fan my shirt away from my chest, trying to work air against my sticky chest. “Hm?... The heat? No, sweetheart. Why?” Walker asks around a mouth full. He doesn't even lift his eyes from his plate as he uses the edge of a biscuit to scoop up the last of the gravy before shoving the entire thing into his mouth.My Alpha has been eating like he hasn't seen food in weeks, practically shoving every dish within arm's reach right down his throat. He's exceptionally ravenous this morning; he is already working his way through his third plate of food, and I've barely managed to finish my first. He looked guilty when he asked for the last piece of ham, but eagerly accepted it when I told him I didn't want it.I don't answer his questio