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–”

with black spots. I fell back again, panting as heat coursed over my skin. I felt everything–every

Night Realm–” I

I was a sleepy child, her touch the only

“You’re in Breles, Xander.”

catch a glimpse of him standing behind several unfamiliar people. He was pressing an ice pack to his jaw, his skin sporting a deep

couldn’t hear his reply, but based on the look in his

he was nudged hard in the ribs by none other than

into dawn. I was

a 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

what I saw when I looked down at my body. I gasped, then panicked, and hands came flying to hold me down again as I struggled to

from my wrists to my forearms. Gauze covered my legs, 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 when Adrian

I’d

three doses of my blood,” Rosalie said, giving

happened? How

a long story,”

look, and Oliver’s eyes dropped to

the f**k

a male voice from just outside the

low tones as she retreated out of

portal is closed,” Oliver said flatly, his voice void

“Lena–”

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 people who were gathered around the

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

vampires are still

turned his back to us and began rifling through a cart of supplies. “It’s nearly

who I hadn’t seen step toward me again, retreated a few steps, a syringe

just f*****g told you–” Adrian growled, nearly foaming at the mouth

be awake for this,” the healer replied

the panic rising in my throat as I painfully turned my head to look up at Adrian, who

“For what? What–”

against the darkness creeping into my mind, the numbness making it

habit, but before I succumbed to sedation, I reached up to touch Lena’s mark on

gentle touch. I met nothing but open

“No!”

Xander,” Rosalie said, her

My voice was nothing but a strained, forced whisper. Through the numbness taking over my body, I could feel the anger roiling. Her mark, her mark that had cemented us as mates–it

have screamed. I might have roared like

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the camp?” I asked the healer, a different one from the man who’d

with a round, somewhat plain face but striking dark brown eyes, only shrugged at my inquiry. “This

through gritted teeth as she pulled the blood soaked bandages from my chest, revealing deep, jagged puncture wounds–bite marks,

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