Her immortal desire #seqeul to her fiery desire

Chapter 5

Alexander

I shouldn’t have called her name, shouldn’t have distracted her, because all it took was a second, just a second of her eyes on me instead of the male standing with his sword out in front of her, for him to put that sword through her. The shock on her face as she slowly turns her head to look at the male in front of her, is the look that will haunt me for the rest of my life. I can feel the pain of that sword in her gut, feel the blood soaking her dress and then pooling at her feet.  The rift closes as she falls to her knees, blood running down the side of her mouth. Her eyes are still open, her head now turned towards me. The pain, regret, love, all swimming in her eyes and then the rift is closed and the mate bind snaps, the pain so blinding and all-consuming that I fall to my knees, my arms going slack around Marvin. I don’t know who is screaming, me or my son, but the sound makes my ears ring as everything goes black and the pain of that mortal wound fades with the mate bond.

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“Please wake up. Please come back to me.” A female voice sobbed from somewhere, but I didn’t care. I don’t want to come back, not to a place where I would have to live without her, without Fraya, my mate, my wife. No, I would far rather stay here in the darkness where nothing seems to exist.

“Is he ever going to wake up? It’s been weeks.” I recognize the voice, still far, but I know that is my mother. Still, I don’t care. Still I hold on to the darkness surrounding me.

“Daddy, please wake up. I can’t find her without you.” Marvin says and for the first time, I want to let go of the darkness. I have forgotten about my son, about my daughter in this darkness, but hearing his voice, I know I need to get to him no matter the pain. Fraya would never forgive me if I left her son without his father. Fraya would’ve gotten out of this bed, would’ve found a way to get back our daughter.

“It’s been too long. I don’t think he is ever going to wake up.” I don’t know that voice, but it makes me want to scream, to tell whomever that I am still in here, that I am fighting to let go of the darkness holding onto me. “It might be best to put him out of his misery. I don’t think there is a soul left in this body.” I want to growl at this person, but I can’t get my mouth to move.

“You will do no such thing! He is your King and he just lost his mate! Very few survive it, but he will, because he has never given up on a single thing in his life and he won’t start now.” My mother growled at the shifter.

“Daddy, I can feel her. I don’t know how to get to her, but she is alive. Please wake up, I need you.” Marvin says and I feel his soft hand squeezing mine. I fight harder, trying to get back to the light, to life. I should be there, helping him to find his sister. I should be there to make sure she comes home.

“It’s been months. You need to choose a new king soon if he doesn’t wake up or this kingdom will start fighting amongst themselves. They need a leader, not a corps.” This shifter is really starting to piss me off.

“He will have as much time as he needs and you will not step foot in here again.” Rachel’s voice replies.

“You would’ve been a great queen, far better than the werewolf b***h he had for a mate.” The shifter says again and this time, a growl slips past my lips. “Seems like you might still get your chance at being queen.” The shifter says.

“Get out before I rip your throat out!” She growls at him.

“Such violence, perfect for our future queen.” He says again before I hear footsteps move away from me.

“Don’t listen to my father.” She says softly, her hand stroking a piece of hair back from my face. I try to move my face away from her touch, not wanting to feel the touch of any other female other than that of my mate.

“Can you tell me why he hasn’t woken up yet?” My mother says some time later.

“He is refusing to feel the pain, refusing to accept that she is gone. He will not wake up until he allows the pain in, until he allows himself to grieve.” The woman sounds young, but at the same time ancient. She wants me to accept that my mate is dead, to feel the pain I felt when our bond snapped and I watched my mate give her last breath. She wants me to grieve, and for my son, for my daughter, I will. In the darkness, I allow myself to think of my mate, of the moment she turned to me, the second that sword went through her. It doesn’t take long for the pain to come. It doesn’t take long for me to scream as my entire body revolts against the knowledge that my mate is gone. As I scream in agony, I can hear the screams of my dragon, feel its presents awaken inside of me. For a long time I am lost to that agony and darkness. I think over and over again of my strong and beautiful mate, broken and bleeding. And finally, I accept, I accept that I will never get to hold her again, never get to hear her laugh. But I realize that I will see her live on through our children. I will see her smile in Evangeline, her strength in Marvin. For my mate, I will not give up.

The darkness slowly starts to fade, but the pain remains and I know it will remain for a long time to come, but with the fading darkness comes a strength to keep fighting. For her, always for her. Slowly I try to open my eyes, but I am instantly blinded by the sharp light shining in through the windows. I decide to rather try and move my toes and then my fingers. I wait for the light to fade a bit before I try to open my eyes again.

There is very little light now, the only light coming from the lamp standing next to my bed. I slowly move my neck, moving it to the left and then to the right. When I realize that I am in my bedroom, I breathe in deep, hoping there is some of her scent still in there, but there is nothing, as if she was never there, as if she didn’t sleep in this very bed for three years. A sound coming from the door makes my head snap in its direction, a bit too fast making my head spin with the action. My vision swims for a second, but when everything comes back into focus, I find Marvin standing at the door, the dagger Fraya gave him on his birthday held tight at his side. He seems to be frozen at my door, his eyes wide as he stares at me.

“Daddy?” He asks, clearly not expecting me to be awake. When he seems to realize that I am really awake and alive, he drops the dagger and runs to my bed as fast as his little legs can carry him. I try to get up, wanting to wrap my arms around him, but my body is stiff and before I can even lift my arms, he is on top of me, burying his head full of red curls in my neck, his arms wrapping around me. I breathe him in, the faint scent of his mother on him.

“I’m here, my boy. I’m here.”