Forgotten Mates

Forgotten Mates 8

Brooklyn stood there, not sure what to do. Her heart was beating so fast and breathing was hard. Whoever held her in their arms was crushing her, but he was holding her so tight that she couldn't even move to push him away or tell him that he was hurting her.

"You're alive. You're alive," the man kept repeating over and over again, as if talking to himself.

"Father!" she heard Damien boom out. "Let her go. You're hurting her!"

She let out a huge breath when she felt Damien's father loosen his hold on her, but not completely. His arms were still around her.

Although she couldn't be sure, she felt as if his eyes were on her face.

"Let me look at you. Oh my, God. How? How are you alive?" His voice was husky and she wrinkled her nose up in disgust.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. What was she supposed to say? She wasn't sure.

"Let me look at you. How? How? Why are you wearing these?" She heard him ask, again speaking to himself.

She didn't have time to register what exactly he said before she felt her glasses being wrenched off her face for the second time that day. She heard the man's sharp intake of breath, and then nothing. The entire room was quiet, although she was sure that everyone could hear just how fast her heart was beating.

Breathing began to get hard again as she closed her eyes tightly. She didn't like not wearing her glasses in front of people. She felt too exposed. Sometimes she would rather be standing nude in a crowd than not wearing her glasses in one.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast now, and a thin sheet of sweat was covering her forehead. There was now way nobody could not hear how nervous she was since she was taking huge breaths in and out.

"Where are my glasses? Give me my glasses!" Brooklyn said in a hurry. Her voice was cracking and she was getting dizzy. She pushed the man that was in front of her and moved her arms around like crazy, searching for the one thing she needed most right now.

"Father!" Damien boomed again. It didn't make Brooklyn stop. She just wanted her glasses and the more she looked for them the more she felt she would faint. She was sure her heart would stop beating any second now. "Give them back to her!"

Damien knew Brooklyn was having a panic attack. He felt as if he would have one too.

When Adam did nothing but stand there, Damien rushed over and pulled him back. He took the glasses from his father's grip and tried handing them to Brooklyn. "Here. Here they are. Its okay." he said softly. Seeing his mate in this state was not doing anything good for him.

When she grabbed the glasses from him and clumsily put them on, he wrapped his arms around her. "Its okay. Here, you need to sit down." Damien pulled her along with him to the bed. She was still breathing heavily and shaking. "Go get some water!" He growled at Rebekah. Her and Noah had ran into the room right after Adam.

To say their Alpha was pissed off at them was an understatement.

Brooklyn hadn't pulled away from Damien, and his wolf couldn't stop purring at that. She seemed to find comfort in his arms as her breathing slowly started to calm down. She had yet to stop shaking and that was what was now bothering him.

When Rebekah returned back to the room with a glass of water in hand, nobody had moved from their spots. Noah was still standing tense at the door, Damien's father was still staring at Brooklyn just a few feet away from the bed, and Alpha Damien was sitting with Brooklyn closely pressed to his side on the bed. He was rocking her back and forth and running his hand up and down on her back while the other was wrapped around her. He was shushing her. When Damien noticed Rebekah, he took the glass from her and held it out to Brooklyn. "Here. Drink this."