Little Omega

Chapter Ten

Ash's P.O.V

Dread, pain, guilt, and shame. That's all I feel as we sit in the creepily white room of the hospital as we sit by the side of our tattered mate. Somehow, he still managed to look captivating and gorgeous even injured. He's been in a coma for 2 months. During that time all of his minor cuts have healed, and the major are healed or almost there. Scotty broke 5 ribs 2 which were Milli meters away from puncturing any vital organs, broke his right wrist, his middle ring and pinky finger on his left hand, and sprained both ankles. During his time out, he has healed both ankles, 3 ribs and his pinky and ring finger. He has an amazingly fast healing possess

We rarely leave his aide. We only leave to get some snacks or use to use the bathrooms. Other that we sit by his side not moving, talking or, anything, just sitting. I can't bear even the thought of leaving his side. I still remember that horrid day.

Flashback: 2 Months

I should have known. I should have known it would be those sluts. They have been coming to us twice as hard as before. I'm the brains of our trio. Great just fan-fucking-tastic. My little Scotty has been beaten for a week and a half!! How can I not feel awful? I just want a chance to hold him and tell him how sorry I am and how much I love him. Just the very thought of him or his smile, or his laugh is enough to make want to kiss the very ground he walks on. To me, he is a King that deserves every luxury in the world. None of it will ever compare to the luxury that is his love though. It would be an honor to hold a place in a heart as beautiful as his. I just need to prove that to him first. I need him to know how much I love. I need him to know how he fills my every waking thought. I need to apologize to him for being such a horrible mate and not protecting him the way he deserves.

When we arrived at that hovel 35 miles out of pack boundaries which took only 30 minutes in wolf form full speed, it was abandoned. The stench if sex and a horribly cheap perfume filled every crevice of this room. The intoxicating smell of Scotty's vanilla and honey was what stuck out like a beacon through the torrent of awful smells. Ryder, Drake, and I followed the heavenly scent which leads further down to a stairwell. We descended the stairs and came to a stop upon a rusted steel door. Scotty's scent was overpowering all other scents except for one. His blood. The door was locked so we busted the door down. The room was a complete mess. What made me and all of us see red and wanna go kill them skanks more than before, was in the corner of the small cell where chains that were still warm. What really caught our attention was a puddle of semi-dry blood on the floor and all over the chains. It was definitely Scotty's. My wolf was trying to surface and was ready for a bloodbath. I wanted those monsters to know what it is like to only want death. To know what it is like to lose everything you care about and beg for it to all end. Letting my anger filled growl slip past my lips, I sniff for Scotty's scent and follow the trail back out the cell and further down the hall. There is a door that is slightly ajar with a slight gleam on the handle. Coming closer I am greeted with the sight of more blood.

Throwing the door open, we quickly leave and followed their trail for about 15 minutes. I am stopped abruptly when I hear a crash about two miles away. Looking at Drake and Ryder, we book it to where we heard the sound. Getting closer, my nose is assaulted with the smell of blood and lots of it. There was also the overpowering smell of burnt rubber, gasoline, and burnt flesh. We ran as fast as we could. When we reached the car half of it was engulfed in scorching hot flames except for the back half. We smelt the blood of our mate the closer we got and couldn't hear a heartbeat over the sound of the metal screaming and the crackle of the flames eating everything it could. I searched through the mate bond for my little king's presence but found none. Me, Drake, and Ryder all howled up to the afternoon sky.

We thought we lost our mate un till we heard a barely audible whimper over the flames burning and the sound of metal twisting, then a small thump. It came from the trunk. We rushed over to where the sound came and ripped off the trunk door. What I saw will haunt me for the rest of my days. There, in a puddle of his own blood, lay my mate, my little king, barely breathing with a swollen face. My heart could barely beat on its own at the sight. As quickly and painlessly as we could, we pulled our mate from out of the trunk. Cradling him in my arms, Ryder shifted and lowered his body onto the ground. "Get on," he gruffly told me through our bond. I gingerly climb onto his back and keep our mate steady as he trots through the woods with Drake hot on his rail. It took us an hour to get back to pack lands and another ten minutes to get to the pack house. This is the fastest we could go without jarring our mate around too much. We were greeted at the door by the pack doctor and ushered to the ICU wing of our infirmary. Drake or Ryder must have linked her on our way. He was in surgery for a day before he was declared out of immediate danger. We are gonna stay until our beautiful mate opens those shimmering green eyes again. "I will make things right for you, I promise" I whispered to his unresponsive body.