Chapter 621

CHAPTER 121 : THE MARK IS GONE

*Xander*

“Xander!”

I swung wildly into the dark, my clenched fist meeting with the side of someone’s jaw. My knuckles cracked against bone, my skin splitting with the impact. I roared with fury, fear, and pain.

I couldn’t see anything. Why couldn’t I see anything? Someone was holding me down, voices erupting nearby, all around.

“Sedate him–”

“Stick him with that needle, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do!”

Adrian’s voice rang through my ears, and I gasped, bucking against whoever or whatever was holding me down.

“I can’t see,” I rasped, whipping my head from side to side, “Adrian!”

“I’m here, Alpha.” I felt Adrian’s grip on my forearm and momentarily relaxed before reality rushed back to me, taking my breath away.

I thrashed against what felt like several people holding me down, the voices surrounding me now shouting in desperation to be heard.

“Xander, listen to me–”

“Where is Lena? Where–where am I?” I cut Adrian off, unable to hide the panic in my voice.

I felt a gentle touch against my cheek, someone with soft, feminine hands. For a moment I thought it was Lena, my heart skipping a beat and then breaking as someone else’s scent hit me.

“Take a breath,” Rosalie whispered, and I did, my body surrendering to her words while my mind fought against them. She reached to the back of my head and fumbled in my hair for a moment, then I felt fabric slide loose and graze my cheekbones as light flooded my eyelids.

I blinked frantically to adjust to the bright light overhead, some kind of lamp shining directly in my face.

My eyes began to adjust to the light as several shadowed figures hovered over me, their faces blurred and distorted.

“Are you going to freak out if we let you go?” Rosalie asked lightly, her voice warm and motherly as she gently tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

I shook my head, or attempted to, the act sending a ripple of searing pain down my spine. I felt everyone holding me down ease up on their grip, and I shot straight upward in a seated position, screaming in agony.

“Damnit–his sutures!”

“Xander, lay back down!”

“Xander, listen to me–”

blurred with black spots. I fell back again, panting

Realm–” I

child, her touch the only thing keeping me shaking

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

to catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to

stupidly. My ears began to ring violently, and I couldn’t hear his reply, but based on

other than his mother, who was hovering next to him, pale as a

the sky fading into dawn. I

man dressed in a white coat soiled with blood. His eyes were narrowed on me, but not in a menacing way. He was watching me

I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to

soaked with blood. My chest was bare and wrapped in criss-crossed bandages. I didn’t know what my face looked like, and maybe it was a good thing, because

I’d been

blood,” Rosalie said, giving me a weak smile. “It… it kept

f**k happened? How did I get

long story,” Oliver

him a careful look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to the

f**k

came a male voice from

and she stepped away, speaking in low tones as she retreated out of

closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice

“Lena–”

said sharply, his eyes fixed on mine. He straightened up, something flashing in his eyes that I didn’t recognize as he held my gaze for a moment longer, then he walked away, pushing through the crowd of

shoulder; his face turned to watch Oliver go. Everyone was silent for a moment before the healer cleared his throat. “I really need to continue patching him up,” he said, every word laced with annoyance. I hadn’t registered the Egoren warriors standing in the group until Adrian tilted his head toward the tent flap, and six men walked

vampires are still

taking Breles back,” Rosalie replied, nodding at the healer, who turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s

as the healer, who I hadn’t seen step toward

told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth with

be awake for

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up

“For what? What–”

against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness

habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached

gentle touch. I met nothing but

“No!”

your eyes, Xander,” Rosalie said, her voice

my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it was f*****g gone, cut out of me, torn

above me began to fade. I might have screamed. I might have roared like the wolf struggling to gain

***

from the man who’d done his best to sew the gaping hole in my shoulder together only hours

dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This is war. There is no schedule,” she replied

teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255