Alpha's Second Chance (Second Chance Book 2)

19

Dean

I was drifting through a black abyss.

I could hear voices speaking, one louder than others.

Each voice faded in and out, not quite clear enough for me to understand what was being said.

I wanted to stay in the darkness.

It felt peaceful. I was warm, and there wasn't any pain at all.

"When you wake up, we'll decorate the nursery together, pick out all their clothes. It'll be a lot of fun. Please wake up soon."

Whose voice was that? It sounded so familiar, and it soothed a part of me that I didn't even know existed.

"Papa, when he wake up? He been seepin' way too long."

A different voice, much younger. It also soothed an ache I wasn't aware of.

Who were these people? Why did that sound like a child?

"Jocelyn, I want him to wake up as much as you do, but he was hurt really bad, and needs to rest."

That voice again. I had to find out who that voice belonged to. Why it had such a calming effect on me.

I pushed through the darkness, fighting as it reached out for me like tentacles trying to keep me trapped. I needed to be free, to get out, to find the owner of the voice. I fought the tendrils of darkness, until I felt something soft and warm under my hand. It felt like hair, but I didn't understand why.

I tried to move my hand, to get an understanding as to what it was, when the softness pulled away from underneath, leaving my palm cold.

"H-he moved... I swear he moved his fingers in my hair!"

More sounds reached me as I drew closer to the surface: running feet, scraping chairs, and a steady BEEP BEEP BEEP sound coming from somewhere near my head.

A caress of fingers across my face. A brush of lips over my own. A voice whispering to me, wake up.

Everything I was feeling was pushing me closer to the surface. The tendrils were growing weaker, and I finally was able to do it. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't move, as if my eyelids were glued shut.

"He's waking up! His eyes moved!"

More sounds of footsteps, a few clicks around me. A pair of hands gripping one of my own. I fought harder to open my eyes. Finally, I cracked them open, but everything was blurry. I couldn't see anything very clearly.

"Dean? Baby, can you squeeze my hand?"

I forced my hand to move, squeezing one of the hands holding it. My eyes closed again, and I didn't even try to force them open for a while. I was exhausted just from what I had accomplished.

The next time I opened my eyes, I could see clearer. I could tell the room was darker than it had been the first time, most likely meaning it was now late.

Instead of the hands, I once again felt the soft and warm thing under my hand. I didn't bother trying to move my head, knowing the movement would most likely tire me out, and simply moved my eyes toward my hand.

I saw red hair under my palm. I suddenly remembered the voice that had pulled me out of the darkness. It was Evan! It was my mate!

I felt something resting on my face, right under my nose and across my cheeks. Whatever it was, cold air was flowing into my nose from it.