My Locked Away Mate

Chapter 3

The headache that settled behind my eyes from glaring at the plain beige wall only intensified from Wraith's constant screaming at me from the front of my mind. I know I can't just barge into the operating room but maybe getting closer will put Wraith and I a bit more at ease. Letting a low growl rumble in my chest from the anger we're feeling I lift myself from the floor I had been settled on in the waiting room for the last hour and a half. Kolten had left a while ago to be with Kyrie, so I knew no one was going to wonder where I was going.

Facing the door that barred my mate from me as she was fighting for her life and my pack members did their best to save her, I place my hand on the door leaning my forehead against it. "Please live. I need you," I whisper against the door before turning around and sliding my back down the wall next to the door. The cold feeling is gone. Thank you for moving, I was worried something was wrong. I can't feel anything anymore and I don't know if that is good or not yet. I nod closing my eyes. The cold that had settled inside of me was gone but I just imagined that was because she was probably medicated and I couldn't feel her suffering anymore. At least that's what I keep trying to convince myself.

Focusing as hard as I could I strain my ears trying to hear what's happening inside the room. All I hear though is the steady beeping of what I guess is her heart monitor, no voices, but that's more than enough for now since it tells me she's still here. Do you hear that Wraith? She's got a strong heart, she's a fighter. I feel him relax in my mind while he bristled and struts around with pride. Yeah, our little mate is strong. I couldn't help but smile because we're right, she is so strong. Maybe everything will be okay. Just as I start to relax against the wall, the heart monitor starts beeping really fast and I can hear yelling but can't make out what they're saying. My body starts to heat up again. No! No this can't be happening. I jump to my feet as I hear the monitor flatline.

Pressing myself against the door I try to hear anything being said but everything is being drowned out by that damn monitor. Please live! Please. I know you're tired and want to give up but I just found you. I promise everything will be better now. I can protect you! "Moon Goddess please don't let her die." I beg as I sink to the floor on my knees crying. "Please don't die." The searing heat in my blood disappeared just as fast as it came and I hear one beep, then two, and finally a third. The monitor goes back to a normal rhythm. I release a breath I didn't know I was holding and collapse on to my back on the floor of that hall. Thank you Moon Goddess. Wraith seemed to calm back down too after that.

Pulling myself to sit back against the wall, pressing my ear to make sure I can hear mate's heart monitor. Every steady and constant beep of that stupid machine was the most important thing to me right now. As long as I could hear it I could sit out here for days if I had to. Closing my eyes I can't help imagining what things will be like once she's awake. Wraith do you think she'll accept us? I mean what if she's afraid of us? I hadn't even thought to think about it until now. She's human and she had been held captive for years, I can't imagine she'd trust us especially right off the bat. We'll figure it out. I don't care how long it takes we'll help her and stand by her until she can trust and love us. We've waited this long just to find her no way in Hell we're giving up now. I know he's right. Wraith is intense with a short fuse but we would always agree when it came to our mate.

Images of mate's scars flooded my mind the longer I sat there with my eyes closed listening. Her skin was such a pale porcelain in seemed to glow like the moon through the dark bruises, dirt and blood that cover her. When I had brushed her cheek it was as smooth and as soft as silk, and while thin from clearly being starved I could tell she would have the most delicious curves just from how her body felt as I held her. The word carved into her stomach while it seemed depressingly accurate to what she experienced I can't seem to figure out why someone would do that. Feeling both Wraith and my anger raise thinking about what she must have been through. Wraith why do you think surgery is taking so long? I thought it was just her leg and stomach, that couldn't take this long.