The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 454: Do the right thing

Chapter 454: Do the right thing

Beau

Two weeks.

Two fucking weeks without my mate.

I feel empty and broken.

Like Lanis waking up is the only way all the pieces can come back together. He is on this bed; His eyes are closed. The bruises are still all over his body, the incision for the CS is stitched but he isn’t fucking healing. He is a vampire. this is his strong point. I don’t know why it is not working.

I don’t know how to help him.

I have tried everything. I give him my blood. The last time he was hurting, it worked but now, I don’t know what to do.

I can’t lose him. I can’t. He is my mate.

I know he is strong and my wolf seems to believe that he is going to come out of this stronger but I don’t know what to think when he is lying on this bed, lifeless. I can’t live without him. I know that. I just hope he knows that too.

I am going to stay by his side. I am going to wait for him to wake up. Everyone seems to think that I am being selfish. I just don’t know how to explain to them that I can’t physically leave this room. I am tied to him right now. I don’t have the heart to leave him.

I am going to wait for him. I will be here for him no matter what.

there is blood in an IV, going into his arm. Ogma seems to think that the only way we can know for sure is when he starts to heal. I tried to get Darrien to help but it didn’t work. Nothing has worked and it is killing me. Ogma believes that Lanis has to do this on his own. He has to come back on his own and right now, he is basically dead. He is rejuvenating. I have been biting my nails for ten days now. It is the only thing I can do to distract myself from the pain. I can’t do anything, I can’t leave the room, I can’t go outside because if I do that, I will completely lose it. I am going to stay here, by his side, until he wakes up. I just hope that when he does wake up, I can be strong enough for both of us.

I put my hand on his shoulder and then on his head. I know he can’t feel me but I need to touch him, to know that he is here. I don’t want to lose him. I can’t lose him.

I know, deep down, that he is not going to leave me. He loves me too much to just leave me here.

I have been looking at him for ten days now. I can recognize the pattern of the wrinkles on his face. I know the shape of his lips, the color of his eyes, the way they are closed but the way his eyebrows are slightly raised like he is worried about something. He is my mate. I know he is strong.

I hope he knows that I am here for him. I hope that he knows that I will be here for him no matter what. I hope that he knows that I am not going to leave him, no matter what. I just hope that he knows that I love him. I hope that he knows that I need him, I hope he knows that I can’t live without him.

I lie down on the space in the bed and pull him closer to me. His body is still warm. That should mean something, right? It should mean that he is going to wake up soon.

My sleep pattern has been messed up this past two weeks, I haven’t eaten, I haven’t gone for a hunt, my wolf is getting weaker as each second that passes by. I don’t want to lose myself while waiting for him. I close my eyes in his arms and he is all I feel as I drift off to sleep.

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I open my eyes and I am back in my room. I sit up on the bed and furrow my brows in confusion. I don’t know how I got here but I instantly panic because I didn’t plan on leaving Lanis. The only way that this was possible was if someone carried me to my room. I throw the blanket off but before I can get up, the door opens and I see Lanis as he walks into the room.

My heart lunges out of my chest and I throw myself at him. He hugs me and we both fall to the floor. I don’t know how this is possible but he is here. I am holding him; I can feel his heartbeat.

He looks at me with a slight smile on his face. "I missed you so much," I whisper, burying my face in his neck.

"I missed you too." He replies, kissing the top of my head.

"I thought that I lost you," I whisper, closing my eyes and holding him tighter.

"I am sorry." He whispers, kissing my shoulder. I watch him and there is no assurance that he is here. He is just apologizing and it just means that this is not real.

"Is this a dream?’’ I ask him, pulling away from him slowly. My heart drops as I watch the expression on his face.

"I am sorry." He whispers, looking away from me.

"No, no, no, no, no, this can’t be happening. You can’t leave me again." I tell him, shaking my head. I can’t lose him again. This cannot happen.

I can feel the tears streaming down my face as I look at him. He is here, he is real. I am not going to let him go. I am not going to let him leave me right now.

"This is real I am still hurt but I am here,’’ he tells me, with tears in his eyes.

"I am not going to let you go. I am not going to let you leave me." I tell him, shaking my head. "I am sorry." He says, looking at me "You are going to wake up soon and I need to talk to you.’’

He tells me, caressing my cheek with his hand. "What do you mean?" I ask him furrowing my brows in confusion.

"You have to see them,’’ he whispers so low that I almost don’t hear him.

"What?’’ I ask him, as I look at him in confusion even though I know what he is talking about.

"You need to take care of them, you can’t just abandon them." He glares at me and I can see that he is upset with me.

"I don’t want to do this without you,’ I shake my head in dismissal. We were supposed to be a family together and now he is asking me to do this on my own.

"You have to trust the process. You are being selfish,’’ he tells me, with a stern voice.

"I am not being selfish. I just don’t know how to do this without you." I tell him, with an uneasy voice.

"You are stronger than you think. You are strong enough to do this." He tells me, with a stern voice. "You have to do this. You are the only one who can do this. You have to take care of them." He tells me, as he stands up. "You have to wake up now." He tells me, looking at me.

"I am not ready to let you go," I tell him, with the last breath in my lungs.

"You have to wake up." He tells me, shaking his head. "Do the right thing."