The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 118: He is alright.

Chapter 118: He is alright.

Darrien.

I don’t know what to do. How do I even do this when he is not even breathing? They all say I need to feed him my blood. I didn’t feel the need to last night. He didn’t even crave it. With vampires, there is usually a craving. Both parties crave each other’s blood. I thought things were different with Jabi. He is a werewolf. I thought he didn’t need my blood.

I asked everyone what we needed to do. They all said that I would feel it. I did everything I felt, so now hearing that what I did wasn’t good enough, hurts me so bad that it feels like I can’t breathe.

I am supposed to handle this with the same strength I use to handle everything in my life but looking at him on that bed. The paleness of his skin. Jabi has always been skinny, my plan was to fatten him up, give him the kind of life he deserved. On this hospital, he looks dead. The fact that I am even standing right now is taking all the strength in me.

I feel the tears as they fall from my face. Everyone in the room is staring at me, I don’t care that I am showing emotion.

To be frank, I don’t think anyone has a clue. No one knows what they are talking about. Jabi is dead, or at least he is almost dead. He isn’t breathing anymore. He doesn’t have a pulse and his scent is weak right now. Are they all telling me that my blood will bring him back?

It is a fifty-fifty chance and I am tired of taking all these chances with so much uncertainty.

’’You have no other choice,’’ Eligio speaks up, reading my mind.

’’What if this doesn’t work, what happens if it kills him?’’ I am just assuming the worst. I think the fact that had to carry him off the floor, totally unconscious and barely breathing has gotten to me.

I am spiralling. Losing my mind with all that is happening. One minute Jabi was hiding under my covers shy and now he is on his fucking death bed. How the fuck am I supposed to handle this. I just bonded with him, now he is tied to me and I might lose him.

’’You have no other choice. I am repeating it because that is all I can say. There is no other option. It is this or him dying,’’ El’s voice is firm. A little too harsh.

’’He is right. This boy is not dead. I can feel him.’’ The other guy with Jules informs me. I think he is his son.

How can he feel him when I can’t?

’’How do I do this? How will he feed on me when he is not even conscious,’’ at this point, I just want to do whatever it takes. I want him to look at me again with those brown eyes. I want him to blush and smile sheepishly.

I just want him back.

’’Just take him back to his house. Give him your blood, he will wake up once you do,’’ there is a tone in the old man’s voice. Almost like he is so sure about what he is saying. They want me to carry him back to his house in this condition. Maybe I am just panicking, they seem to think that everything will be alright. I just have to believe in these people.

They are the only choice I have.

’’Okay.’’

Alby smiles warmly. This smile gets to me, it tugs at my heartstrings because I feel the warmth in this man, he genuinely wants the best for me, and he doesn’t even know me. I still don’t understand the pack but I do know that they didn’t mean any harm to Jabi. They might have neglected him, but that doesn’t mean they don’t care about him.

At this moment, with all that is going on. I know that they care for the kid. Eligio pats my shoulders warmly as I walk closer to Jabi. He is still unconscious. I lift him up at one go and they all watch me as I walk out of the room. This is a lot for me because there is still the fear in me that this won’t work. I don’t know how to handle all that is happening, but I need to be stronger for him right now. Jabi is my weakness and he is in dire need of my strength.

I get to his tiny cabin and the door opens with a loud creak. This house has a lot of beautiful memories. I realized all I needed to in this living room. I wish this house will bring him back to me.

I go straight to his bedroom, all the uncertainty lingering in. I don’t know what I am even supposed to be doing. Do I just rip my skin open and feed him the blood he needs desperately?

Shit, shit, shit.

I place him on the bed and sit down next to him. Nothing is different at this moment. There is absolutely no change in him. Okay, I need to do this, I need to bring him back to me. I don’t even know how I feel about all this. I mean I’ve never fed anyone my blood before. I have never been close to anyone to share that kind of intimacy but with Jabi, I want to do everything with him.

The best way to do this is from my wrist, the veins on my hands protrude out, almost like they can’t wait for what is about to happen.

My fangs shoot out immediately. The faster that I do this, the faster he will come back to me. I pierce the skin on my wrist, and I feel the blood in my mouth. Not the same effect as having someone else’s blood, his blood is still running through my veins. I had so much of him last night to last me a lifetime. Now I am giving him back a mixture of both of our blood. I pull him up until his head is resting on my leg, he is still not responding. I don’t know if this will wake him up, but vampire blood has been known to give strength when needed. Alanis gave Beau his blood, it brought him back to life—or at least it healed him faster.

I place my wrist on his lips, slowly parting them open with my spare hand. I see the redness as it spills down his mouth, making sure that the majority of it goes into his mouth. I push my hand deeper, trying to get as much blood in him as I can. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe for him to start drinking.

I close my eyes, silently praying to whichever god exist. I need him to wake up. I brush his hair backwards as I feed him more. I feel the blood go down his throat.

’’Wake up baby,’’ I cry desperately for the miracle that I have been waiting for.

Slowly, his hand moves upwards and I feel his grip on my wrist, it makes me feel like the sound of my voice brought him back even though deep down I know it is my blood. His grip is tight, the strongest he has ever held me. He tugs at me, sucking the blood out of me faster. I can feel the blood as it leaves my veins and travels through his. His eyes shoot open instantly. The tension in my chest eases. He is awake. He is not dead, my baby is awake.

He drinks until the colour on his face starts to come back. This is what I wanted. I want him to be alive again. I watch him as he pulls his face away from my lips, confusion sprawled on his face. He has no idea what is going on. His eyes dart around, he is wondering why we are back in the community. I didn’t want us to come back today. I wanted to spend the day with him, at our place. I wanted him to feel everything I feel. I wanted to be with him without any worries but this life always has its own plans for everyone.

’’What happened?’’ he breathes out shakily, still looking around the room.

I pull him closer to me, not wanting to let him go yet. I just got him back and I am too scared that something will happen and I will lose him all over again. All this uncertainty is making me nervous.

’’You’re fine now,’’ I assure him still caressing his hair.

He reaches for my face and places his palm on it. It is like he can sense the fear in me. He might not know what happened but he can tell that I am not okay. Just the fact that I almost lost him today is driving me mad.

’’I am fine.’’

’’I almost lost you,’’ I tell him honestly.

At this moment, the tears fall from my face uncontrollably. He is the only person I want to show my vulnerability. He tries to sit up and his arms wrap around me, I hold him tightly because I never want to let him go.