Chapter 51 Mate!!
mate!!
Damon pov
The room was dimly lit, according to Daphne, it was a good temperature for his condition.
Speaking of the devil, she was not around. She was probably somewhere in the middle of god knows where buried in her dusty old books.
I didn’t care, I was even thankful she was not around, to bug me on what to do and not what to do… Hell ,I didn't even know what to do at this point.
I just needed to see him.
The steady rise and fall was the only thing that signified that he was still there, barely hanging on. His face was turned to the side, lips parted slightly. His once bright skin was now white in complexion, like someone who was in dire need of blood.
But no matter what, he still looked as beautiful as the day I first laid my eyes on him. Even as he is lying on the bed looking so peaceful.
My chest ached for no reason, seeing him like this.
I pulled a chair as close as possible to his side so as to not aggravate his wolf that keeps on growling and prancing like a loyal watch dog.
“You have made everything complicated,” I murmured, talking to no pressure in particular “You were supposed to be a prisoner, a pawn, my pet…”
I clenched my fist against my knees, “But now, every breath I take hurts, every action I take is influenced by you, I couldn't even sleep without thinking about you.”
I have fought countless wars, slaughtered without even blinking. But why do I care so much about the life and death of a mere pet? Why is this one different…its like i am loosing my fucking mind.
“Because he is our mat…” I blocked out Dax from my mind, forcefully projecting him out of my thoughts.
My throat tightened.
I looked down at the silver knife I had tucked into my belt.
“His body is not healing like a normal wolf's,” Daphne's voice floated into my head. I gripped the hilt of the knife, as if the poor thing was the cause of my problems.
My blood?
Alpha's blood has potent healing properties that can resuscitate even near death injuries. It's more powerful and potent than the self healing abilities normal werewolves come with. But it comes with a limitation. An alpha can only give blood to his pack members. They have sworn an oath under the moon to be bound by his rulership.
That's the peck we all have against the rogues that are independent, merely fending for themselves. But that's the problem,
Milo was the son of another alpha. It's never been heard before
My blood wasn’t just Alpha’s blood. It's a true alpha's blood. centuries of binding magic, of war and secrecy and oaths too dark to speak aloud. My blood wasn’t a gift like any normal alpha. It was a curse in liquid form, and that was what happened…
I had sworn I would never give my blood to anyone. Not since after what happened the last time I did such…
I shook my head to stop thinking about the past. We move on, like they say.
I have never hesitated in doing anything in my entire life. Not when I had ordered the destruction of an enemy pack.
I held out my hand and dragged the blade across my palm. Immediately, my blood came out rich and thick crimson.
My hand hovered over his mouth. His wolf continued to growl lowly, but it didn't react
Maybe it sensed that I was trying to help its master.
I leaned over and brushed my bleeding palm gently against his cold lips.
“Come back to me,” I whispered. “Please,”
Nothing.
I pressed harder, letting more of my blood seep inside his mouth, but his mouth was unresponsive.
“Drink, Milo,” I cringed, my voice sounding desperate “You have to fight.”
Disappointment and ha I know crept into my heart. silence stretched like eternity. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but I didn’t expect anything to work.
Dax whined sadly, retreating inside my mind to sulk on his sorrows. I felt stupid for even trying.
It's so stupid of me for trying to believe in myths and fables.
I moved to withdraw my hands, but a twitch made me freeze.
It was the slightest of them all, his eyebrows had twitched ,but it couldn't escape my alpha senses.
My eyes narrowed, and I leaned in closer.
But before I could do anything, his eyelids fluttered.
His hands shot up like bullets, gripping my wrist with inhuman strength. His lips parted on their own accord as he began to greedily drink my blood like his life depended on it.
Well maybe his life depended on my blood.
My mind blanked. My chest swelled with unknown strange emotions I could place. My wolf dax surged up on seeing the recent developments pressing against my skin. But all this hardly caught my attention.
It was not supposed to work.
All these were just desperate means fuelled by my guilt and rage, a final last minute decision. But the boy who was greedily drinking my blood like a starved creature was a testament to the impossible.
Unless…
My aura flared uncontrollably around me, my instincts roaring alive as my teeth curled up in a snarl. Dax growled loudly in my head, his voice breaking through my train of thoughts,
“mate!!”