The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 119

Alyson

I sob at his side, watching him sleep so deeply that he hardly can make out a coherent mumble when I beg for him to heal. He’s been bitten by a sick rogue, something that could have the capacity to kill him, and I can’t allow that to happen.

I bow my head, resting it against he side of the bed where I kneel, where I haven’t moved from in days, just waiting for him to lift his head and smile joyously. If only that would truly happen. I would cry harder than I’m crying now, so desperate to have my mate in my arms.

h that I snub. I don’t want to eat. I want my mate to wake up and be okay.

” he huffs.

My watery eyes sh

“Why didn’t I think of that before?”

ife from me when I press the blade to my palm but it’s too late. The knife cuts my hand. I wince more at the smell of my blood rather than the pain. I bring my hand

kwards before I can continue, tossing me on the f

’m going to heal

m that it will help? You’ll die like that, Alyson.”

into that tightly, and I mean tightly.”

as he rubs the bloody tissue along Ryan’s lower lip.

steadying my eyes onto his and I relish this moment in his gaze.

mer this time. “Don’t do that again, darling.”

to heal for me. I would drain my blood everyday if it meant it would save you fr

I am not a wolf out for your blood and even if you give it willingly, I will never be able to repay such a selfless act. Please, don’t hurt yourself for me again.”

you so much.”

s. “I love you too, darling. But I have to rest. My wolf and I are weak. Thanks for wanting to help me, though.”

e his health, even if he is declining or healing; I just want this ordeal to end.

you can do now is wait.”

n fix this issue once and for all.

, jittery and flustered.

best idea anyone has had thus far.”

can’t heal him,” I groan. “But the elders have been studying this disease more than anyone else and I have to at least give it my best shot. If I don’t and he—he dies—I will never forgive

should get going, then.”

leads us in and out of the woods.

and hyperventilation.

g Olivera down into the cave before I knock hard on the door I’ve faced before.

t grin, faltering when he sees Olivera behind my shoulder.

way but thankfully our history is so tightly interwoven. He welcomes me into his space