Last of her Pack

Chapter 18

Recap: 

I was almost to the room but a nurse stopped me, claiming she needed to know what happened. "Stella, please not now. I need to be with Heather." I growled at her. She only glared at me, not budging. "Listen here mister. This is part of my job. I need to know what happened so we can put it in her chart." At this point I couldn't argue with her. I ran my hand through my hair while telling her all that I knew. "I'm scared that I didn't get to her in time, and that I lost her. I can't lose her yet Stella, I just got her." I broke down, falling to the floor, letting the tears run down my face.

Stella crouched in front of me as I cried. She rested her hand on my shoulder, making me look up. "Mateo everything will be alright. Want to know how I know that?" I nodded my head, urging her to continue. "Your mate mark is still on your shoulder. Its as dark and vibrant as the day it appeared." She said while giving me a knowing smile. I let the breath I was holding out. Relieved that everything was going to be okay for now.

Heather will be okay, and that's all I could ask for right now.

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Narrators POV

The hospital was chaos. Staff was running to and fro, as all hands on deck were called when the Alpha couple arrived. It was a basically a blur of white coats and scrubs of every color. The Alpha female was laying unconscious, right ankle bleeding heavily, her breath was slow and shallow, and her body temperature was lower than normal, due to shock. Wires of every kind were being attached to the woman's body, and her skin was being invaded with needles. Fluids were being pushed, and allergy medication was administered not long ago. Tests were being run, and all the Alpha male could do was sit and watch in despair. The nurse that stopped him had left to help the others care for the wounded woman. It was like the tables of misfortune had turned on the alpha couple. First it was the raven haired woman's loss of family, and now its the caramel topped man's turn to grieve. But not grieve for loss, grieve for the safety of his mate. Of the moon that always shines in his house. Of the woman that he wants to call his wife.

Hours had gone by now, and the care staff had lessened in the private room of the Alpha's. Two nurses were stationed with in the room, as well as two highly trained warriors at the door. The god with jade eyes sat silently in the bedside chair. He held his goddess's hand, silently begging the wolf deities to let his mate come back to him. The bleeding had stopped, but its like her body is healing slower than normal. Its almost as if her body resorted back to being human.  No one understood why this happened, not even the trained medical staff. But the staff themselves cared for the wounded woman as if she were royalty. Then again, if they didn't, the man watching from the bedside would have punished the staff severely. Soon the day turned to night, but nothing changed. The woman still laid unconscious. 

Days had passed by now. Everyone was getting worried. Nothing had changed. The woman was still out for the count, and now had a breathing tube down her throat. He leg wound also got infected. The head doctor was surprised this happen, as the wound was clean. "What caused the infection doc?!" A gravelly voiced asked. The doctor looked at the man that spoke. He sighed, knowing that it was best not to argue with a sleep deprived Alpha. "Sir, we cleaned the wound as best we could. The wound could have got infected from the deeper tissues that were damaged and still had dirty particulates. It would have spread to the freshly cleaned, yet still damaged tissue, causing the rest of the wound to get infected its self. We had no control of this outcome." Apparently the alpha male did not like to hear this, as he smashed the wall beside him. His anger was getting worse with each day that passed. But one person was relishing in the alphas demise. No, it isn't the man behind the slaughter of his own pack. It was the mother of the jade eyed man.