The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 94

Alyson

My body is tired, my mind is racing, but my eyes are cold on the sight of Olivera. He is outside in the rain, slamming an axe into the center of a log, splitting the wood into two pieces. The healer hasn’t returned, and neither has Ryan. I worry for my mate, not able to tap into the mind link because of the wolfsbane. I wait patiently for it to happen, for the toxins to wear off and for me to hear my mate again, but my mind is far too focused on the rogue Alpha.

My knees are weak, and I sink to the floor, leaning against the window. I have half a mind to pull the tube from my wrist again, the over abundance of fluid in my system making my head spin rapidly. I wish it would end already and I could sleep until Ryan returns, but it doesn’t appear to be working all that well. I’m wide awake.

successfully and warmth fills the cabin.

that mind of his. I would ask but I find myself too stricken with fear to mutter a word.

and right now I think you’re being detrimental to your health.” He shakes his head, eyeing the needle. “You need the fluid to wash out the wolfsbane in your blood, sweetheart.”

p at him. “The wolfsbane you put in there.”

at?”

t give me a reason to hold

ot a child,

his eyes, smirking all the while. “Th

you are telling me I’m the difficult one. This wouldn’t be happening at all if it wasn’t for you!”

to see Ryan returning from the palace, but instead I see the healer. Something is off though, he is limping toward the house slowly, blood soaking his rain-drenched clothes, and as he appears closer, the sight of metal, sharp cuffs come into view around his tangled wrist

in the woods. My breath hitches for a moment, too much for me to ask what the hell he thinks he is doing, but as I look back toward the window in our retreat, I see a group of murky, angry rogues walking with the healer.

My st

Olivera pants.

ly a moment to brace myself before he takes off sprinting into the dark woods.

ler’s back, sending him to the ground lifelessly. I can’t watch the sight of his death or watch the rogues charge toward us in a large, hefty group. I can only bow my head into Olivera’s back and grab onto his fur fo

and land in the water of the creek where we sprint now.

rom the healers house, and all I can think of is seei

ctively.

s like fresh meat.

me as though to say, I will protect you, the rogues strike, pouncing on us both until my head is sent into a frenzy of darkness.

ose to returning out here to find us.