Not Mine but His Mate (Completed)

Chapter 3: Beta 🐾

My eyes fluttered opened. I couldn't make out what exactly I was seeing yet. It was a blur. My body was stone and I couldn't tear my face from the ground. My ears rang and any feelings I had, escaped me.

I couldn't move.
I couldn't do the basic motion of shifting around just a little.
I could not move.
All I could do is breathe.

My breaths were slow, as I tried to make sure I stayed calm. I tried my d**nest to not freak out over the sound of steps drawing near me. I battled to remain conscious enough to possibly talk my body into moving, but my body was too in shock to respond to my commands.

Instead, I was left defenseless to whatever was approaching me. Still with my cheek firmly placed on the ground my eyes shifted to the blurred white figure, emerging from the shadows. My conscious could only hold on for so long until I closed my eyes and the last thing I heard was the sound of screams and something breaking over and over again.

~

The swaying motion made my eyes flutter open again. This time I stared at the painfully bright colored white walls that the light was oh so happy to bounce off of. They f**king really fought to give me a f**king headache, but nothing competed with the aching of my body. I refocused my eyes something else as I felt myself continue to sway.

It was still a hassle to stay conscious, I was extremely exhausted. My senses all focused in on one thing when I suddenly felt the warmth of another person's skin in contact on my face. The lightbulb appeared in my head--someone was carrying me.

Still not strong enough to command my body in its entirety, I settled with a simple head gesture, laying my head back just enough to see whom held me in their arms. I stared at them from below. I only saw underneath his chin as he stared straight ahead as if he was on a mission. He was intensely focused on his mission that he didn't notice that I was somewhat awake. Most of his black hair was all over the place, so I couldn't see much more. Not that my semi-blurred vision was all the way reliable right now.

But before I slipped back to unconsciousness, I just had to know, "Who...are...you," I whispered, hoping that he heard me through his tunnel vision.

He did hear me.
The mystery man heard me.

He looked down at me, but I could barely make out what he looked like. I was definitely slipping away again and rapidly. But through the smoke vision, I managed to zero in on his brown orbs.

They were strong--like he was.
A pair I would remember in the short time I had to view them.

"Don't worry now minou. Get some rest," his soothing voice said. Whomever he was, I was in no liberty to protest. I was tired, really tired and he told me not to worry--so I didn't worry--I just fell asleep.

~Third Person~

After Hazel fell asleep, he felt the steady decrease of her pulse, which was part of the reason he wanted Skin to skin contact, to help him keep tabs on her questionable life expectancy. Dominic picked up the pace to get her to the inspection wing.

"Clover! Clover!"

Moments after his call, a woman appeared from one of the recovery rooms. She searched the room until she matched the man to the voice she heard. When she saw Dominic make his way through the crowd, she smiled-- her pride member was finally out of the prison curse. Not so long afterwards when the people cleared and bowed to him, she saw an unconscious woman in his arms and her smile dropped. She didn't have time to freeze though, she had to respond quickly.

"Someone get a bed out here!" She ordered and the bed was brought out by the time Dominic approached the door.

"What's going on Nic?" Clover asked.