The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 73: In your arms again.

Chapter 73: In your arms again.

Beau.

I am on the cold hard ground.

My body is a mess.

I am freezing.

I don’t have any strength left in me.

I wanted to stay with him but I didn’t have the energy. I can feel my body giving up. The longer I stay here, the weaker I become. I want to be strong, he said he was coming, that he would save me. This is the second time Lanis has come to my rescue. This will be the second time he will see me at my weakest.

I want to be his protector, the one that he can depend on for the rest of his life but he has taken that from me. he is my protector. He is my hero.

The room is spinning above me. I feel him closer, maybe it is just in my head. He said he was coming for me and now my mind is playing tricks with me. Torturing me, deceiving me into thinking he is here.

My heart thuds against my chest as I wait for the miracle that is him. The house is quiet. All my senses have diminished. I have lost everything in just a couple of weeks. I don’t know how I will bounce back from this; I don’t know if I have the abilities to be who everyone thinks I am.

I try to sit up, I don’t want him to find me unconscious but the more I try, the harder it is for me.

My eyes close the more I try to keep them open.

I have nothing left.

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Alanis.

I recognize the hallway we are in.

This is the one from the vision. This is the one Cassius walked out of. I look at Darrien and he is watching me, waiting for my lead. We are closer to Beau. I already feel him deep within me.

"Where to?" he asks.

I point to the door that leads to the basement-like dungeon. That Is the place that Cassius locked him in. I stop in front of the door and try to open it but it is locked. Darrien huffs so loud from all the frustration and before I can say anything, he pushes me out of the way and kicks the wooden door down with so much force that we watch it crumble down the stairs. We shouldn’t be making so much noise but I also understand where he is coming from. He is frustrated and so am I. I can’t take all this anymore.

I need to see him.

I need him in my arms.

It has been too fucking long.

"Come on," he goes down the stairs and I follow him down the steep stairs. Everything is familiar, I know my way down here even though I have never been to this house before. I thank the deities for helping me with this, for connecting him to me. If I didn’t see him, I would have never found him.

The chair that is in front of the room they keep him is empty. The hall is dark and dingy. It smells like rotten eggs; they kept my baby in a place that smells like shit.

I swear I will fucking kill Cassius.

The closer we get to the door, the faster my heartbeats. Darrien is in front of me. he stops in front of the door and peers through the cage-like peephole. I wait, my heart throbbing from the thought that he might not be inside. Darrien turns to me slowly and there is a smile on his face. All my prayers have been answered at that moment. I am not close enough to be sure but from the look on my brother’s face, I am sure.

I run over to the door and push him out of the way. I am too eager to be polite, there is no time for that. There is a big chain around the handle of the door with a padlock. There is no key. I don’t care about a key. There is anger in me as I see him on the ground. He is still in those tattered shorts. I can’t tell if he is breathing, I can only feel him. that is the only way I know my baby is not dead. They have tortured him to this point and I want to kill every one of them. I want to be the kind of monster they are.

I grab the chains and crush it until they become dust. Darrien stays behind as I push the door with so much force. I can feel the tears and cuts on my skin as I try to get to him, I will bleed a million times. I will hurt for the rest of my life for him. the door opens with a loud creak and I run into the room, straight to him.

His eyes are closed but there are soft breaths coming from him. "Baby," I cry because the sight in front of me is terrifying. He is cold, so fucking cold. I am the dead one. No one has ever been colder than me but he is cold.

My baby is so cold.

There are bruises all over his body.

He is not healing which just shows me how weak he is. Seeing him in person, seeing him at his weakest stage, is different from the mind link. He tried to make me think he was strong, it wasn’t as bad as it looked. He didn’t want me to be worried, granted, I have been worried the whole time but now, I am shattered.

I don’t know how to process all this.

I grab his neck and pull him into my arms. He doesn’t respond, he doesn’t open his eyes. Hie chest rises and falls faintly. He is still alive, but barely. They left him here to fucking die.

Fuck.

"We need to get out of here." Darrien stomps his foot on the ground impatiently. His eyes roam around, he is watching in case there are any surprises. I am glad I brought him with me.

I lift beau up at one go and he feels light in my arms. I have only carried him twice. This time is worse. He is not the man I know. he is dying and I can feel it. I feel it in my heart. How long till he gives up. I need to do something.

"Wait," I tell Darrien who has already turned to the exit.

He furrows his brows in confusion.

I explain.

"He’s not going to last for any longer, he needs my blood." I cry.

Darrien frowns "We need to leave. He is still alive. Let’s get out of here and I can heal him."

I shake my head "He doesn’t have much longer. I can feel him slipping away." I cry desperately for him to listen to me. Darrien’s healing will take too long, he has minutes.

Fucking minutes and I can lose the love of my life.

Vampires blood has healing powers. This is the only thing I can think of. The only worry with feeding humans our blood is the fear that they could end up, turned. Beau is not human; he will be fine as long as he is alive.

Darrien sighs because there is no convincing me.

I place beau on the cold ground again. This time I will get him out of here, alive and healthy.

he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t fucking budge.

It is an instant. I feel my fangs shoot out as they pierce against my skin. This is to get the juices flowing. Blood drips down my lips unto the ground, leaving a stain. I ignore everything as I position his mouth to my wrist. The blood drips on his lips before it finds its way to his mouth. He doesn’t move as I watch the vein, I bit bleed out. Slowly at first then a lot. I watch and wait, I pray and hope. I know how it should be, I have fed my blood to only one other person. i wont think about her because this is not the time, he is supposed to respond to it.

He is supposed to drink it on his own. That is how it happens. Maybe it is different with wolves.

"Nothing is happening," darrien reads my mind.

I look up at him "It’s supposed to work." I am getting scared but I am really trying hard not to show it. I am trying my fucking best to be strong. How can I be strong when all my attempts are futile.

"Maybe force a lot more into his mouth?"

It is a suggestion but it is of no help. I am bleeding out right now. Giving him all the blood I took before coming here. There is so much blood I can give and he is drinking it all.

"Hold on, something is happening."

I look at Beau and it is slight. Not so obvious but there is a gulp as the blood goes down his throat. A smile crawls up to my face because of something so little.

I feed him more, already getting excited.

That slight movement becomes more, I watch him as he devours and before I know it, with the flash of a light he stops drinking and his blue eyes open.

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