Imperious.

Part XI: Emilia

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Pages:  43 - 46

E M I L I A -

It's crazy what being a minute and thirty seconds late can do. I was late to save my mother and now, I was too late to save my mate, my human mate at that.

 "Alpha, Tom's right arm has been thoroughly lacerated, his right hand is broken and for the bone fragments in his nose, some are broken." Casey, the pack doctor says, slow enough for me to understand but fast enough to be able to step back after a few seconds of being within my space.

I don't blink or nod, as I've known what has been broken and lacerated since the fight started. The pain was a bitch for me but my wolf and I easily paid no attention to me, knowing that it was a trillion times worst for my mate.

I'm such a fucking idiot. I should've known better than to bring him to a place where I'd be so far away in distance. Halle had a minute and a half extra with Tom that she wouldn't have been able to have had I'd been closer.

 How could I have been so reckless? What was the fight even about? After my wolf was slightly pleased with the pain we inflicted on Halle, we ran to Tom's aid when I saw blood steadily leaking out of his right arm. He was too pale, just like my mother had been just before and after her heart gave up.

Squeezing my eyes closed tightly, I grit my teeth and lay my head down on the cool table beside me, trying to fight off the deadly sensation the memory is giving me. My body clenches and throbs painfully. It seems as if they're working on his arm - I can feel the effects of the shot they've given him, along with the needle and thread they dip into the upper right side of his back to stitch back his skin.

I breath in and out in torment, but I don't object. I'm in no position to complain; this is part of my punishment. I deserve this; I need to feel his pain to make sure I don't ever make this mistake again.

This pain that he's going through wouldn't have been possible if he were part wolf. He also wouldn't be going through this if I were a better mate. Everything bad that happens to someone I love always comes down to the fact that I should've done something better, something smarter. I don't deserve him.

"Alpha, the stitches have finished and the reconstruction of the nose will begin in two minutes." Casey informs me politely and sympathetically.

 "Thank you Casey. I know you've just finished up, because I'm feeling it as well," I reply before exiting out of pack link. There's nothing else to say - her tone said it all.

 Is it because my mate's fighting for his life that Casey feels - what is it? - an obligation, to  treat me like a lesser, fragile-like, Alpha than the strong, worthy Alpha that I truly am? Yes. Tom's in our bedroom being stitched and put together like a doll and yes, he's in this predicament because of me, but I will not stand for being handled like a pup. Whatever needs to be done, I'll do it with a logical and fair call.

 Looking up angrily, I wince at my reflection. When I left the house today with Tom, my hair was in a neat ponytail; now my hair is frizzy and matted. My eyes have have bags under them, my eyes are blurry, and my cracked lips are paired with a dry, parched throat.

"Alpha Emilia." Jamie says carefully.

Not looking at her because of my face, I raise my head and tilt my ear in her direction. "Jamie."

"Alpha, Jace woke up when the nose reconstruction for Tom began and Halle woke up twelve minutes after the nose reconstruction for Tom was completed." Jamie says formally, too formally.