Free Web NovelChapter 121: Rightful Place I
My heart froze in my chest, and instantly, my mind started to race. I shared a glance with Damon, and true enough, the expression on his face matched mine. Even without looking, I could feel his emotions thrumming along with my own. They were so similar that I had almost mistaken them for mine.
We may be in the infirmary but I didn’t see my mate anywhere. Other than Elijah, there were a few other wolves present. However, their injuries seemed light, ranging from a couple of scratches and bruises to a broken limb that seemed like it was on the road to recovery. It wasn’t anything surprising. After all, healthy werewolves were supposed to heal from small cuts instantly.
"He’s in his room right now," Nicole said. "He’s discharged from the infirmary but he’s... not feeling his best. There’s nothing much I can do for now."
"What is affecting his healing?" Damon asked with a frown.
"No clue, honestly," Nicole replied with a sigh. "My guess is that it has something to do with the high silver concentration in the air when he was injured. With the explosions going around when you guys were fighting, some fragments and silver dust could’ve been scattered in the air. I have some tests running in the lab but they won’t return until another day or two."
She shook her head, her hair swaying around her face as she moved. I had never seen Nicole at such a loss before.
"I’ve dealt with silver many times before but never like this. First Blaise, now Elijah..."
"Could it be the doctor at Ironclaw?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip. I recalled how unwilling they were to tend to Elijah’s injuries. I wouldn’t be surprised if they purposely left a fragment or two of silver inside him to hinder Damon’s best warrior.
"I’ll have to keep him for observation, but that’s highly unlikely," Nicole said. "My guess is that he might just be too stressed out to properly rest. His body isn’t allowed the chance to heal."
She walked around the bed, making notes of Elijah’s sleeping figure.
"Besides, Ironclaw is filled with silver everywhere. If you’re not from the pack, it will take months and even years to build immunity to it. His body’s natural healing must’ve been hindered by the environment. It should be better now that he’s back in Fangborne again."
Hearing Nicole’s observations, Damon and I let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
"Take care of him," Damon ordered. His words and tone might be harsh but the way he looked at Elijah screamed of concern. "Make sure he is well."
"Of course, Alpha," replied Nicole. "That’s my job."
"As for Blaise, we’ll wait for the test reports then come up with a plan," Damon said. His voice was firm, strong― even though his inner self swirled with confusion and loss, things that I could easily feel through our bond, he showed none of it on his face. "There’s no need to worry. These two are stronger than to let a bit of silver put us down."
"That better be the case," Nicole said with a huff. Then, she took a deep breath, forcefully plastering a bright smile on her face. "You two must be eager to visit the Beta. Go ahead then. He’s open to visitors. Please remind him to eat something. He kept refusing his meal just now when I asked."
"I’m on it," I volunteered.
By my side, Damon said nothing. I could feel the bits of jealousy mixed into the concern he was feeling for his brother’s health. However, I chose not to address it. We had discussed this before I completed the mark on him. Until we were all ready, there was nothing that could happen between us.
Before any of them could stop me, I headed straight for the kitchen. I hoped and prayed that Damon wouldn’t follow me and thankfully, he didn’t.
By the time I found my way to Blaise’s room in House Sirius, I already had a bowl of porridge in hand. I took a deep breath to prepare myself before I knocked. For some reason, I felt too uneasy and nervous about seeing him again.
"Blaise, you in there?" I called out. "It’s me, Harper. I brought something for you to eat."
There was a bump and a groan from inside, and the moment I heard that, panic flared through me. I quickly turned the doorknob with my free hand and dashed in, just in time to see Blaise collapsed on the ground, rubbing his back in pain.
"Blaise!" Placing the porridge down on the bedside table, I rushed forward, pulling Blaise back up onto the bed.
He grunted and groaned in pain, squeezing his eyes shut all the way until I brought him back onto the mattress. Slowly, he opened his eyes, his gaze quickly finding mine.
"Harper?"
I loved the way my name sounded in his voice. He reached a hand out and gently held my face, smiling softly at me, partly in disbelief. fгeewebnovёl.com
"Is it really you? Are you finally back?"
"You’re so dramatic," I said with a small laugh. Guilt churned in my stomach, along with pain. Seeing Blaise in such a state tugged at my heartstrings, and suddenly, I hated myself more than anyone in this world. "I wasn’t gone for that long."
"Even a second apart from you feels like an eternity," Blaise murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. They were steely and silvery, the color of the pale moon on a cold night.
Blaise was the one who was injured and yet, I was the one who had tears welling up. I was on the verge of crying, already sniffling in desperation as I gently cupped Blaise’s face. Leaning in, I pressed a quick kiss against his lips. freewebnøvel.coɱ
He returned the gesture, kissing me back with equal fervor. His touch on the back of my neck felt hot in the best way― it was like the warmth of a fireplace on a cold winter day. When we finally parted for air, our gazes were still stuck on one another like honey, unable to tear apart.
His warm breath fanned over my lips as he breathed. His line of sight darted from my eyes down to my lips before up at my eyes again. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and I knew exactly what was running through his mind with that look even though we no longer shared our emotions with one another.
"Harper," he said, "can I mark you again?"
