Chapter 145 Torn and broken
Torn and broken
Damon's pov
"You're lying, he is immune to poison!” I pressed my sword harder against Elijah's throat.
"Am I? He grinned evilly, “it just required collecting a little more of his blood. Can you really gamble on the chance that I am lying?"
I looked at Milo again. His shaking was getting worse. His lips were turning blue.
“What did you give him?” I roared at Elijah.
“Just a little rare poison,” he smiled, “and don't worry, I lied, he won't die now, but he will in the next 5 min, if nothing is done.”
“You, I will kill you…”
“But you didn't, and you won't, because you have grown soft, all for a mere omega boy.” He spat on the floor.
“Tell me how to cure him. And I might spare your pathetic life.” I growled, my wolf dangerously close, for the first time, fear flashed in his eyes.
“Are you telling the truth…”
“I swear, on my Alpha blood, just say the damn cure.” My patience was running thin by now, and he saw it.
“It's a rare poison” he started, “and…it has no cure.”
“dieee…”
“Wait!, only his true mate's blood could cure him.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me, only the blood of a true mate could save him,” he grinned, clearly enjoying my misery. It took all of my willpower not to kill him there and now.
What about the boost?" I demanded. "The increased strength you and Garth had. What was it?"
His grin widened. "Curious, are you? It's from your precious omega's blood."
"What?"
"The council discovered it. Milo's blood, when refined properly, gives temporary strength. The Queen uses it as a reward for loyal servants. One drop and you become twice as strong for an hour, what do you think made all those packs swear allegiance to the new queen."
My stomach turned. They had been using Milo's blood like some kind of drug.
Pure rage spread through my body. My eyes flashed, but I quickly bit my tongue hard to stay in control.
"How much did you take from him?"
"Enough. The Queen wanted to see how much he could lose before dying. Turns out, your precious omega didn't disappoint."
“So choose, Damon." Elijah's voice was cold. "Kill me Or rush and save him if you really know that he is your mate."
It wasn't a choice at all.
“You are right, I have grown soft, but not weak…” my hand went down, The glimmer of the sharp sword flashed as fast as lightning.
Elijah's eyes went wide with shock. He looked down at the blade buried in his chest, right through his heart.
"Why?" he gasped, blood bubbling from his mouth. "You said... if I told you..."
"I said I might spare your life." I leaned in close to his ear. "I lied, Just like you lied to the people you swore to protect."
He coughed, more blood spilling out. "But... you need to save..."
"I know what I need to do. And killing you doesn't stop me from doing it." I pulled the knife out. "But for telling me the cure, I might spare your daughter if I ever see her. That's more mercy than you deserve."
"My... daughter..."
Catherine, you think i dont know. Like father, like daughter. But Don't worry, Elijah. I keep my promises. Unlike you."
His eyes started to dim. "You... you knew?"
“Yes,” I said, standing up, “just like I knew that you deserve something more than death”
I raised my sword, watching his eyes catch the reflection of what will end him. “Just like I knew you would meet your fellow traitors in hell.”
"The Queen... she's already here..."
I slashed down, separating his head away from his body.
“That's for betraying the pack,”
I didn't continue to waste time travelling in his death. I ran to Milo, and started pulling out the tubes, blood spilled everywhere.
I grabbed his shaking body and held him close. He was so cold. So still except for the convulsions.
"Milo, please," I begged. "Stay with me. Please."
His eyes rolled back in his head. I could feel his heart beat slowing down drastically this time.
I bit my wrist and pressed it to his mouth, trying to get my blood into him. Maybe it would help. Maybe it would fight the poison.
"Don't die," I whispered. "Please don't die. I'm sorry for wasting time. I am so sorry for not coming on time. I am sorry for everything."
"Come on," I pressed my bleeding wrist to his lips, forcing my blood down his throat "Drink. Please drink. Take it all.”
But nothing happened. The shaking continued. His breathing got even weaker.
Not enough.
I could barely hear his heartbeat.
"No!" I pulled him against my chest. "You can't leave me!"
Was Daphne's theories wrong all along? Was he not my true mate?? Had I been right all this time?...
Noo, I shook my head, I didn't want to be right…
Accept it fully, or lose him forever.” Daphne's voice slithered in my head.
Like a spring , I sprang up to life.
The mating bond requires a give and take situation… I have always given him my blood, but I have not taken from Milo before.
Is that what I am supposed to do, take blood from Milo.
No,no no, I can't, it will kill him, he has lost so much blood that I don't think he has any blood to give.
How he is still alive is a mystery.
But if I don't do it, he will die of the poison.
Ugly Memories I thought I had buried and forgotten whirled up again. Last 10 years ago,that fateful night, I lost it all, my father, my mother and my first mate, all in the hands of the council. That same night I had transformed into a mindless monster that murdered thousands of the council's warriors in retaliation.
I swore to get revenge, to wipe out the council from the surface of the earth.
I turned into a dangerous mafia king, I built a world of fear and brutality. I built a system from scratch, independent of the council. I became a dangerous monster for as long as I could remember… until I met Milo, who turned the world I have built as an escape upside down.
A single tear slipped from my eyes.
“Me, crying?” I scoffed, I had last cried on that fateful day. But feeling the tears that welled up in my eyes made me realise one shocking truth…
I don't think I could survive the death of another mate.
My wolf howled in agreement inside me. I could feel his grief and sadness, mixed with my own.
Milo's life was in my hands, and I could kill him at the Sametime.
I was torn on what to do.
I looked at Milo who's skin had gone pale already, I could barely hear any beat at all.
"I am sorry mate," I whispered to no one in particular.
Then I bit his neck, right where my mark was supposed to be. The mate mark.
And I poured everything into him, My power, My strength, my pain, My soul.