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Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Forty-Nine - Declared Dead With Hope

THIRD PERSON

"It blew up," Edward heard someone say from outside the cell. The other two were still unconscious and he was barely awake.

"Did anyone get hurt?" Francis asked and the man shook his head, "No. Not even the warrior."

He heard Francis sigh, "Set off another distraction. Actually, wait, no..."

"Sir?"

That psychopath snickered, "Get them here. We need to clean out this cell soon to make room."

"Yes, sir."

The man walked away and Francis looked through the bars, "Are you having fun, Edward?"

He sucked in an imaginary sharp breath as the door opened and a few plates of food were brought in. The man holding it knelt in front of him and grabbed him by his neck, "Lunchtime, you must be hungry."

He couldn't do anything but was forced to accept the inevitable torture.

***

"You're going to be okay, I promise you," Kara begged at the unconscious Connor laying on the stretcher. He was severely wounded at the torso and had broken bones everywhere.

They got to the ER but Kara was forced to stay out for the surgery when rogues suddenly attacked.

She fought them off, barely staying up. A 'code blue' alarm went off at the ER and her eyes widened. She ran in and saw her mate's heart rate slow down and go flat.

"No, no, no..." she covered her mouth and crumbled to the ground. The additional nurses around helped her up but her tears kept flowing.

"Connor, you're not dying on me, you're not fucking dying on me," she tried to say in between sobs. The medical staff moved aside for her to have a clear view. She held his hand and stared at his face.

Everyone took off their masks and bowed in submission.

The only sound was Kara's sobbing.

Alpha Connor Anderson was declared dead.

***

It was only the crack of dawn and Kara was already up in her tent from that nightmare. She wore the purple cape with the hood up to cover her ears and went out into the snowy forest. She quickly set up a fire and sat beside it, deep in her thoughts.

Staring mindlessly at the ignited firewood, she didn't notice someone sitting beside her until they called, "Kara?"

She blinked and looked beside to see her vampire friend. She smiled, "Hey Jasper."

"You're up early today. Despite sleeping at three. It's barely even six," he frowned at her. Her lips pursed at the thought of the nightmare that forced her up.

"I had something on my mind," she quickly switched the topic, "Where's the rest?"

"Hunting. I hunted before them and stayed to look after the others."

She nodded and stared back at the fire.

"Do you think they're okay?" she asked suddenly, catching him off guard. He scratched the back of his neck, "I'm sure they're fine. Your marks are still there."

The corner of her lip twitched upwards a slight bit. Her marks are still here, a reminder that they're still alive.

Still breathing.

***

His other two companions were barely even breathing anymore. They had wanted to walk through death's door numerous times but chose not to for her sake. Instead, they just sat at the doorstep.

His heart was filled with stones from every faithless thing he was forced to do. Every touch on his body was a reminder of where he was, being passed around like a toy for the females to use.

They knew it would break him, so they continued until he was fixable no more.

He just wanted his mate back in his arms, and him safe and sound with her.

"Jacob?" he heard a faint voice calling for him and tiredly looked to see the vampire staring at him. He coughed before asking, "Yeah?"

"We're...gonna get out...of here...okay?" he said, trying not to throw up the food that was threatening to come out. He nodded weakly, "Your ability's working?"

He shrugged slightly, "I...just hear...very faint...thoughts...right before the...drugs come."

He nodded again and looked at the Alpha on his knees. He winced at all the bruises, burnt marks, and blood covering his whole torso, and pretty sure the hooded legs too.

"I hope he's gonna pull through. She needs him," Jacob said truthfully. He and Connor may have fought countless times, but that doesn't mean they hate each other. They would get along if Kara wants that. And they did.

The cell opened and rogues came in with food and the serums. They just complied after a few days of thrashing.

Tonight's dinner was cheese slices and some ketchup drizzled on in between two pieces of bread. It was accompanied with a shot of water and the serum they had to take before food.

The rogue picked up the syringe and Jacob tilted his head for easy access to his neck. Then the rogue stuck it in and pressed down on the plunger. He felt the drug making its way around his body and the needle being pulled out.

"Eat."

He moved both arms to the food and picked it up to take a bite. He watched as they kicked Connor awake. Edward and he would run to stop them but their ankles were chained to the wall.

Edward sat up after a slight struggle and leaned on the wall with his cuffed hands on his lap. A rogue took the syringe as Edward moved his head to the side and he injected the liquid into him before quickly pulling it out. He stayed leaning on the wall while looking at the ceiling.

The rogues unlocked the shackles and Connor fell on the ground, too tired to even break his fall. They cuffed up his wrists and ankles together, injected the serum in him, and kicked him in the lower spine, before leaving them in their own thoughts.

Connor took the sandwich and ate it slowly. After finishing, he took the shot of water and pushed himself off the ground and into a sitting position, his forearms pressed up against his lap as he buried his face in his palms.

Jacob sat up and looked at the Alpha. He had never seen him so vulnerable before, not even when he's with their mate. The fact that their wolf wasn't even here to cheer them up as they were suppressed saddened them even more.

"Connor...we'll...be fine," Edward said while coughing. Connor tiredly lifted his head to meet his gaze and then met Jacob's. He shook his head and placed it in between his knees, "Her bond...it's getting fainter...the longer...we're here..."

"She'll find us. She's Kara Manfred," Jacob said in a confident yet unsure tone.

All they could do was hope.

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