Filed to story: Owned by the Alphas Novel
It was a constant battle against it, and I blew out a breath. I had to concentrate harder than last time, and it was terrifying. One slip and he could die, one slip and it could be my fault.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I kept him alive the entire way back to the city, all my focus and energy on him.
I kissed the top of his head, and he murmured something incoherent, his hand tightening in mine.
My lip trembled and my chest hurt as his hand lowered to my stomach, the swell there hard and fluttering inside. He rubbed it lightly before sighing, and then he was unconscious.
I whimpered. “Brax,” I cried, the hurt lacing through my chest, my heart, tearing it to ribbons as the black veins stretched up the side of his face and down his arms.
“Why aren’t his shadows fighting it?” I demanded, and Cain shook his head.
“This wolfsbane is toxic to our kind. His shadows can’t fight it, they are part of his human side,” he murmured, checking Brax’s pulse and hovering his hand over the wound.
It glowed brightly but didn’t seem to be doing anything.
“Why isn’t it working?” I snapped, wondering if Cain could really fix my alpha.
I couldn’t lose him. He was my connection, to the shadows, to the most intimate parts of my soul. He understood me and my pain, just as I felt his. I couldn’t handle losing him.
Tears came freely, and a pain in my stomach pierced me. I sucked in a breath and almost lost my concentration. Cain hissed at me and forced me to look at him, his glowing hand going to my stomach.
“Calm down. I know it’s scary and hard, but you have to calm down. Focus on protecting his heart and keep your heart rate steadier.
“Your baby is picking up on your panic. He’s going to shift inside you if you don’t figure out how to handle this. Brax is not dead yet,” Cain ordered, his eyes full of fierce determination.
I swallowed back the hysteria bubbling around me before I took deep breaths, looking down at Brax’s face. It was pale, his blond hair sticking to his forehead.
His shoulder was leaking black, his veins turning dark, but Cain was right. I couldn’t give up yet. Brax had to survive, and I had to do everything I could until that moment.
I forced my shield out wider, pushing back the poison inside him, focusing on my task again as we rode up outside the mansion.
The door swung open and three pack members met us. All three were shirtless, two males, one female, all wearing the water tattoo for Brax’s pack.
They lifted Brax out of the carriage and Cain followed, his hand glowing over the wound.
I climbed out of the carriage behind them. My eyes narrowed as I focused, refusing to let the panic back in. I swiped a stray tear away and followed them through the halls of the mansion to an infirmary.
Cain climbed onto Brax’s waist and placed both hands on his wounded shoulder, whispering words in the air.
Brax’s eyes flung open. He started thrashing, screaming out, and I only just held the shield in place at the disruption. I ran over, my heart clenching at the terrified look in Brax’s eyes.
“Get the fuck off me! No! Don’t kill him!” Brax screamed, and I sucked in a breath, my eyes briefly meeting Cain’s.
We were the only ones in the room who knew where Brax’s mind had gone. To that night he had been made to turn.
I swallowed and grabbed his hand. “Brax. You’re safe, you’re okay,” I breathed, and his wild eyes turned to mine.
I leaned in and kissed him, the poison slowly retreating as I fought it back with my shield and Cain used his own magic on it.
The pack members held Brax down but loosened their hold a little so he could touch me. His fingers stroked down my cheek, down to my stomach, and he held his palm there, keeping it there as his head fell back.
“Spitfire,” he breathed, and I nodded, eyeing Cain’s movements. He was wobbling a little on top of Brax, the glow in his hands dulling before his eyes fluttered dangerously.
“Cain?” I asked, and he turned to me, his eyes drooping, his nose starting to bleed.
“I can’t heal all of him today. Your potion takes a lot of my magic quota for the day, but I’ll do more tomorrow once I’ve had some rest,” he breathed, getting off Brax with shaky legs, gripping the bed as he almost collapsed.
I raced around to him, holding him up as he let me lead him to the seats along the wall.
“Thank you, Cain,” I whispered as Brax lay there, silent but calm, his pack members standing there, watching, waiting for instructions.
Cain nodded shakily and leaned against the wall.
“He’ll be weak for the next few days, until I can fully draw the poison out,” he murmured sleepily, and I nodded, just thankful he’d survive.
“Why are there no other healers or doctors coming to help?” I wondered, looking around the empty infirmary.
Cain let out a deep breath, dabbing his bleeding nose before answering. “They are just wolves with doctorates really. We don’t get hurt much, and most of the time, we heal on our own.
“So, we have most of our doctors over in the birthing building with the young. They can’t help with something like this.
“His fate is entirely tied to the witches. It took a lot of begging to get them to let me heal him.”
“I thought you weren’t connected to them?” I asked, frowning as I played with the torn edges of my dress that rested on my thigh.
“That’s why I had to beg.” He smirked, then stood unsteadily. I stood next to him, ready to catch him, but he shook me off.
“Your wolves didn’t find your dad, but they’re on their way back. I’ve told them Brax is okay,” he said, then began moving toward the door.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked, worried at how pale he still looked behind his tattoos and piercings.
He looked back with a smirk and nodded. “Yeah, trouble, I’m fine. I’m going to go visit my mate and then I’ll be perfect.” He grinned, his eyes lighting up.
I grinned back and nodded. “Any chance you’ll tell me who the lucky girl is? If she’s got you smiling, I’m sure we’d get along,” I said.
He looked like he wanted to before he shook his head. “She’s not ready. Our mating is…unconventional, but when she gives the okay, I’m sure you’ll be very close.”
He smiled, and I nodded in understanding. My curiosity was piqued though. I was fucking three werewolf alphas, so how much more unconventional could he get?
He gave me a chuckle over his shoulder, and I shook my head, turning back to Brax.
He was still asleep, and I went over to him.
I sat on the bed next to him, not sure how to help or what to do but I hated just sitting there, waiting for him to get better. He grabbed my hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Just stay with me, Spitfire,” he breathed, and I nodded, my throat closing as I lay down next to him.
The three pack members still stood on the edges of the room, and he dragged his sleepy eyes over to them.
“Thanks, guys, I’m good now,” he breathed, and they shared a look, hesitating.
“We’d rather stay, Alpha. Just in case,” one of them said. Their loyalty was tangible, their worry thick in the air.
“I’m about to ask my girl to get me naked and shower with me.”
“Brax, we can’t, you need to rest,” I insisted, but he kissed my hand.
“The poison that was dripping down my skin is burning, Spitfire, I just want to wash it off,” he reassured me, and I chewed my lip.
“I’ll go find a cloth and water. Stay here,” I said, and he nodded, giving me a small obedient salute.
I grinned, glad he was feeling playful but still hating that he was hurt.
I turned to the wolves that guarded him. “A little help getting the things? I have no idea where anything is,” I said, and one of the men offered to come with me.
“I’ll go ask the cooks in the dining hall for another serving of food for him,” the other guy said, and I nodded.
I went to leave when my heart panged, something making me look back. I wasn’t sure what, but I did.
My eyes fell on the female there. She wasn’t doing anything, just standing against the wall. Her long hair covered her naked breasts, the strands going down to her belly button.
Her flowing skirt was made up of swirls and patterns that made my head spin but was a beautiful water blue.
I admired it, then looked back up at her. She hadn’t moved and yet I was finding it hard to leave her there with him.
“Luna?” the guy asked, sensing my hesitation as he held the door open for me.
I ignored the prickling in me, assuming I was just nervous about leaving Brax, then followed the guy toward wherever he was leading me.
“I’m Corben,” he said, and I nodded.
“Hi, Corben,” I said, and he showed me to a little bathroom, opening the cupboard and handing me a cloth and a bowl. I filled it with water, then followed him back to Brax.
“Sorry I missed your epic border magic thing. We were watching through the link and felt it all, but damn, I wish I’d been there.” He grinned, his tall, lean body walking casually next to me.
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