For Me,There Is Only You |18+|

31. Desperation of a mate

By now, I had thought I would be used to all this pain, having endured similar torment countless times before.

Yet, the familiar sting still managed to surprise me, a cruel reminder that suffering never really becomes routine.

As I gradually became more aware of my surroundings, a dull ache in my muscles grew sharper, signaling my return to consciousness. I was lying on a bed, and the comforting grip of someone holding my right hand anchored me in reality.

A soft groan escaped my lips as I forced my heavy eyelids open, the unfamiliar room around me slowly coming into a blurry focus. My heart pounded as I took in the details, each one more foreign than the last.

Turning my head with great effort, my gaze fell upon Ansel. He was seated on a chair beside the bed, his body slumped forward, head resting near my pillow. Even in sleep, his face was etched with lines of worry.

So, he had saved me again.

I didn't die this time either, huh?

"Like I will ever let that happen." Zev's sudden voice echoed in my mind, startling me and causing me to jump.

The abrupt movement woke Ansel, who sat up quickly, his face a blend of concern and relief.

"Amina... are you all right?" he asked, his tired eyes scanning me from head to toe. "Are you feeling any pain or discomfort?"

"How dare you ask her how she is when she almost died because of you?" Zev growled in my mind, his voice seething with fury.

I blinked, the realization dawning that those harsh words weren't directed at me.

I looked at Ansel, whose expression had darkened with guilt and sadness. "I know," he replied, his voice soft yet filled with remorse.

My eyes widened slightly as I realized that all three of us were having this conversation in my head. It seemed there was a thread connecting us, allowing me to hear both of them clearly at the same time.

"If you were not so keen on making me weak, I would have found her faster, and she wouldn't have been hurt like this," Zev said angrily. His voice was a storm of rage and frustration. "Look at the condition my mate is in, all because of you."

"You don't have the right to be concerned either," Ansel replied in a dangerously calm tone, his words cutting through Zev's anger like a blade. "It's you who has hurt her the most."

I winced at their words, feeling the intensity of their emotions reverberate through me. Their voices clashed in my head, amplifying my pain and confusion.

"Stop it, both of you," I said weakly, my voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't helping."

Zev's anger simmered, but he didn't respond. Ansel, too, fell silent, his eyes filled with guilt as he looked at me, his expression a mixture of concern and sorrow.

"Where are we?" I asked, my gaze drifting around the unfamiliar room once again.

"Wispwoods..." Ansel trailed off. "At the village chief's home."

Hearing that, a flood of memories crashed over me. Panic surged through me, and I scrambled forward to get down from the bed. "Neev, where are you going?" Ansel moved quickly, blocking my path with a protective stance.

"Elsa...." I glanced up, searching his sapphire eyes for answers. "I need to see her. Where is she?"

Ansel swallowed hard, avoiding my gaze. "You need rest right now. You're in no condition to go anywhere," he said, his voice firm yet strained. "You can see her later."