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“I know about her lacking healing abilities. Please bring her here.” The doctor runs in the right direction, and I follow her hurriedly, my heart drumming in my ears dangerously.
“She was shot?! She was fucking shot?!” Theo yells, joining my side and softly touching Layla’s limp head.
I go inside the room, and the pack doctor enters and puts Layla down on the bed. Her blood spills out of the tight tapes, making me place my hand over her chest to suppress the flow.
“Layla.” Theo runs to the other side of the bed and pats her cheeks softly.
Nurses come rushing inside the room, preparing everything in a hurry. I take my eyes off Theo and Layla and look at the doctor, who is wearing her gloves.
“She is bleeding too much. She will fucking die at this rate. Get here already!” I hiss, struggling and failing to maintain the calm exterior that is my identity.
The doctor nods and rushes over to Theo’s side. He steps away hurriedly, letting the doctor take over.
Nurses cut her shirt from the middle before her bra follows, leaving her bare to everyone’s eyes. The grey tapes on her skin are ripped off to expose her wounds, and blood comes bubbling out like a full fucking fountain.
“You two need to step outside. I can’t treat the patient in your presence.” The doctor says in a busy tone while nurses press on Layla’s wounds to stop the blood.
“How bad is it?” Theo asks, sounding panicked.
“I can’t tell yet. She has lost lots of blood, and transfusion is not possible because she is a werewolf in the end.” She says without looking away from Layla.
My breath catches in my throat as my gaze drifts to her lips, which are becoming drier by the moment. She won’t be able to get any blood transfusion because all werewolves have unique blood types, and their bodies don’t accept other’s blood. Many werewolves draw out their blood and keep it stored just in case something like this happens to them, but I doubt Layla ever thought about it.
“She will heal with potions,” I mumble.
“Only if her body is in the condition to accept those potions, Alpha.” She replies busily.” now, please step out.”
“You have to save her.” Theo hisses dejectedly before he walks out of the room.
“Alpha. Please.” A nurse pleads from the side for me to get out of the way and leave the room.
My gaze stays fixed on her face. She will die without any blood transfusion and healing potions. That’s why I hated her. She had always been weak and easily killable. Now, she will leave me behind and fucking die because she can’t heal.
“Alpha…”
“I will not leave the room. I will not fucking leave her alone.” My eyes flash bright silver as I look at the nurse. She jumps in her spot and rushes away to get out of my sight.
I walk away from the bed to allow the nurses and doctor enough room to treat her and stand in the corner, watching them dig in her flesh to pull the bullets out.
My stomach churns at the amount of blood she loses. My heart leaps to my throat after every moment.
‘Ayla is fine. I treated her wound. I think she will wake up soon.’ Levi informs through the mind link.
I don’t answer him. I know my daughter will be fine. I checked her wound thoroughly myself. I couldn’t be standing here if I doubted she was in danger.
‘What about Layla?’ He asks reluctantly.
‘She will live.’ I reply stubbornly.
Alpha. I think we should call Daphne here. She should meet Layla before…
‘I said she will live.’ I state, shutting him up.
He believes she will die. The doctor hovering above her unconscious and bleeding body shakes her head every other second, silently believing the same thing.
How can she die? How can she fucking embrace death after making a mess of me?
I grit my jaw and watch silently as they get the bullets out and treat her wounds. After a few hours, they are done patching her up, but her vitals are unstable.
The tired and bloodstained doctor turns to me. She pulls the mask down and opens her mouth, hesitates, and closes it.
“What is it?” I ask, retaining my calm.
“We did everything we could, Alpha. She has lost too much. We can only hope that she wakes up somehow and her body doesn’t go into shock.” She whispers, nervously exchanging glances with the other two nurses.
I can sense their fear. They know she is going to die, yet they are reluctant to tell me the truth.
“She will die,” I mumble.
“We shouldn’t lose hope yet. She still has a small chance of waking up. When she wakes up, we can give her the potion to heal her.” She tries to get me to calm down, but it’s not working.
Nothing will work except those defiant eyes peeking back at me and those sweet lips hurling insults my way. I can take anything Layla has in store, but not this kind of betrayal. She can’t die and leave me to raise Ayla alone. She wanted a happy family. How can she go back to her words and wishes now?
“Get out,” I whisper.
“Alpha, we should-“
“You have a minute. If I see any single one of you in the room after that, your murder will be on you. “I lift my gaze to the doctor’s terrified face, conveying the threat.
The three of them run away from the room, and I stroll to the side of the broken body on the bed. She already looks like a ghost.
How fucking dare she?
How can she do this to herself?
She protected our daughter so fiercely and forgot how fragile she was. She also needed to be saved. My hand reaches for her forehead, brushing the bloodstained hair away.
“How can you bail out like this? Do you think you can be free of everything if you die?” I whisper, finding my fingers shaking slightly.
Surprise crosses my face. I can’t remember if my hands ever shook for a woman.
She is dying, and my heart is saying that I need to save and protect this fragile woman who fights so madly for our daughter, the woman who pretends to be strong and ends up crying over small things, the woman who smiles the brightest and drives me crazy just by existing.
I grab the scalpel placed on the side and slide the tip down my wrist before covering my wound with my lips. This is a secret I was supposed to take to the grave. Lycan blood can heal all wounds and all pains. But I am ready to share that secret with her if it means I can save her.
The beast in me says that it’s a waste of my blood and I should be getting rid of her at this perfect time, but that thought is shredding my soul into pieces.
I sip a small amount of blood and lean down to press my lips into her mouth. She gasps for breath almost immediately, reacting to my touch like it’s a part of her muscle memory. I kiss her deeper and make her drink my blood. Her throat bobs down, taking in the metallic liquid. I sigh, pulling back momentarily.
“You will never leave me,” I whisper over her lips before I press my hungry lips onto hers again.
No matter how she is or what she is, she is mine. And from now on, she will always remain mine. I will protect her with my life. This is my silent promise to her and a vow to myself. She will never escape me.
LAYLA
All voices are muffled around me. No matter how hard I try to focus on one voice, I can’t make out what they are saying. The only thing I can tell is that they are talking in loud, excited voices that sound so strange to my ears.