Chapter 25

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Astrid

The pain was the first thing to greet me as I stirred awake in bed. My whole body felt sore. Multiple times, I tried opening my eyes, but even that was too painful at the moment. I felt the urge to shiver from the cold chills wrapping around my skin but refrained from doing so. It took me a moment to hear the people arguing in my room. The voices sounded a lot like my parents.

"You cannot keep them apart. Astrid is a grown she-wolf. She is perfectly capable of making these decisions for herself."

"I can, and I will. I refuse to let my daughter run off with that demon. I forbid it."

"I can't believe how petty you're being," Disgust laced in her voice, "I know my daughter will choose right. We'll see how well your plan goes when she mates with him," Footsteps followed the argument.

"GRACE," My father roared with so much force, I swore everything in our surroundings shook with fear. The footsteps halted. I'd never in my life heard him speak to my mother that way. I could almost picture my mom turning to look at him in disbelief. I was too much in pain and shock to fully understand what the argument was about in the first place. I kept trying to fight through the pain and gain full consciousness to see what the problem was but to no avail.

"Don't go there, Jonah. I will pack my things and leave right now," My mother warned him, adding to my shock though I couldn't blame her for threatening to leave him. An unnerving silence passed before he decided to speak again in a much softer tone.

"Do you even care about her at all?"

"How could you ask me that?" She cried, "She's my daughter too. I only want what's best for her."

"Then help me keep our daughter alive and far away from that scum. Otherwise, she will end up with the same fate as your friend, Loretta Blackburn."

His words knocked the air out of my lungs. They were fighting about Arlo and me being mates. But wait...how did they find out about us? My eyes snapped open, and I forced myself to sit upright in bed. Instantly, I moaned in pain and held my abdomen. That's when everything came flowing back to me. Those warlocks beat me and tried to rape me, but Arlo saved me.

My parents dropped their argument and came rushing to my side.

"Lay down, baby," Mom ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my cheek, "You need to rest."

I squinted my eyes, adjusting to the bright operational lights above. When I pinched the bridge of my nose, I saw the yellow bracelet with my name and information. I was lying in a bed at my parents' hospital. I shivered under my dad's ice-cold hand as he pressed it against my forehead. Everything felt so ice cold.

"She's running a fever."

"Dad, what happened to your face?" I gasped when I got to have a proper look at him. His nose looked slanted and red. Both of his eyes swelled with dark bruises.

He gave me a pointed look, "Ask your mate," Just speaking, the latter looked like it pained him to form that four-letter word. I gulped, sinking deep into the hospital bed. He was clutching the side of the bed as if it were my mate.

What happened while I was out?

"Jonah, please," Mom rasped, "She just woke up from a very traumatic experience. Now is not the time." There's a certain glare mom gave when she was done arguing. It was a mechanical reaction before someone pushed her over the edge. Dad, my siblings, and I knew that look all too well.

Dad smartly lowered his gaze, turning on his heels, "I'll get something to help the fever."

After his exit, mom climbed on the bed and massaged my scalp until I fell asleep. I was grateful that she didn't ask any questions because I didn't feel like talking. I didn't realize how long I'd been asleep, but it seemed like an eternity when I woke up.

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