Betrayed Heiress: My Second Chance Mate is A Lycan King

Alexander’s POV

“I need a doctor!”

I storm into the nearest hospital with Aira’s bloody and unmoving body in my arms. Two nurses rush over to me with a stretcher and I place Aira’s on it. I follow them as they rush her into a theatre room.

“Sorry but you can’t go in there,” one of the nurses says, placing a hand on my chest to stop me. I slap it away.

“What do you mean I can’t go in there? That’s my mate!” I snap and the small woman nods.

“Yes, I understand but you aren’t in the right state of mind now sir and the doctors need to be fully concentrated in order to work,” she says, and I curse beneath my breath. I begin to pace the hallway and she takes it as my silent way of agreeing with her.

I run my hand through my hair and down my face. I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. Anything.

I can’t believe I let someone hurt her again. Under my fucking watch! Where the hell were the security? I specifically told them not to let that bitch in. I am going to fire all of those idiots. Incompetent fools. Because of their stupidity, Aira is hurt, and that bitch is still out there.

If I ever catch sight of that girl, I am snapping her neck. I have had more than enough of her. I do not know how long I pace the hallway with my fingers in my hair. It feels as though they have been in there forever. I have lost track of how many times I have wanted to burst right through those doors and demand what is going on, but I knew better.

At some point, I felt this cold, odd sensation course through my veins. It was sickening. I just couldn’t help but shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

Barely a minute later, the door to the theater room bursts open, and one of the doctors walks up to me. He has blood all over his gloves and coat. When his eyes lock with mine, I catch a hint of fear flashing within them. He clears his throat and tries to keep his composure while walking up to me.

“Hello, who are you to the patient?” He asks, and I grimace. Does it matter who I am? I literally brought her in here with my own hands!

“My mate.” I deadpan. “Where is she? Is she good now? How long will it take her to recover? Is she awake now?” I throw all these questions at him, and he does nothing but stare at me. The growl that leaves my lips is angry. “Speak, damn it!” I snap, my voice bouncing off the walls and shaking the foundation of this building.

He gulps, then takes a step back. “I am sorry,” he says, and I wonder if he is apologizing because he is wasting my time or because of something else.

My eyelids narrow to slits. “Sorry for what?”

He blinks up at me, then swallows. “We lost her. I am sorry, but she’s gone.”

Silence.

Panic overtakes his features, and he looks at me as though I were some monster ready to take his life. He puts a bit more distance between us, then shakily adds, “She was losing a lot of blood, and her heart rate was already greatly declining when you brought her in.”

The man flies across the hair and slams his back on the wall. He falls on the floor with a grunt, and it takes me a second to realize that it was I who pushed him out of the way. I must have used a bit more strength than expected. I don’t care anyway.

I storm into the dark theater, my eyes searching frantically for her, and when they do find her, it is as though every fiber of my being has frozen. My heart felt like it had come to a standstill in my chest as I gazed upon her pale figure. The doctors place a white sheet above her, and just as they are about to cover her face with the cloth, my growl cuts through the air.

They are all startled by my presence, staring at me with wide, frightened eyes. I storm up to them with a murderous rage, and even then, one of them dares to stand in my way. “Sir, I am sorry, but you can’t.”

I push him out of the way, not wanting to hear the rubbish he has to say. “Get out of my way!” I roar, and they all do so without hesitation. Because the next person to stand in my way will be the next person they’ll be covering with a white cloth.

I stand above Aira’s pale form and shake my head in disbelief. For the first time in my life, I feel a sting in my eyes as tears blur my vision. There were so many emotions swirling within me, and it was driving me crazy. All this hurt, all this pain, all this anger, and all this all this rage It was all boiling within me, and I felt as though I was about to explode.

My breathing becomes more shallow as I stare at her face, which grows paler and paler by the second; she wasn’t moving at all. She wasn’t breathing.

“What the hell are you dying for? Wake the fuck up!” I snap, placing my hand above her chest and performing CPR. I pump her chest, then push air into her lungs through her lips. I repeat my actions over and over again, and I do not care for how long.

I sense one of the doctors come up behind me and place a shaky hand on my shoulder. “I know this is hard to accept, but she is gone. She isn’t coming back.”

“Get the fuck away from me!” I snap, and he takes his hand off my shoulder as though I were a fire that had just burned him. I continue to perform CPR on Aira, my eyes remaining trained on her as I wait for some response.

There are none.

I see something drop on her face, and it takes me a moment to realize they were my tears.

“Please don’t leave me; you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You give my life purpose and fill it with so much light. Please come back to me, my love. Please!” I plead, not caring how shaky and weak my voice has become.

I almost did not believe that voice was my own.

Performing another round of CPR, I push air into her lungs one last time. But this time my lips linger on hers a bit longer.

Please, Aira… I need you. Come back.

I feel something soft go through my hair, and my heart freezes. Slowly, I lift my lips from Aira’s to meet her open eyes and bright smile.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

“You really are very cheesy,” she chuckles.

The whispers and gasps of the doctors and nurses fill the room.

“How is that possible?”

“Her heart stopped for a whole five minutes.”

“It’s a miracle.”

I don’t know why I had expected the tears to stop, but they only fell more. I scoop her into my arms and hold her tightly to my chest. I run my hand through her hair as I litter her face with kisses.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I repeat, holding her even tighter.

She groans, “Alex, I have many stab wounds.”

Immediately, I loosen my grip, but I don’t let her go. I place one last kiss on her head and say, “Thank you for coming back,” and she smiles at me.

“I will always come back to you.”