Sexy in a rugged way
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The sight that met me was still the same unnerving sight. My mate laid there unmoving on the bed looking lifeless.
The slow-paced heartbeats are what gave away that he was still alive.
I walked closer to bed, still not believing that all this was real and hoping to wake up from this nightmare.
Taking a deep breath, I walked closer, hoping my emotions would not betray me. Because despite everything that I thought and kept thinking regarding my mate, one constant remained, and it was that I cared more than I wanted to acknowledge, and it hurt that he was hurting.
Pulling myself together, I edged towards his bedside in small cautious steps, hoping not to make any noise, not that I thought he could hear, but still i tried to be thoughtful. Once closer to the bed, I began to really look at him.
His features, which were dimmed by his unhealthy state, still drew one in, particularly me.
After a moment of looking at him and not looking at him, my mind and body finally started to cooperate with one another, and I moved to sit on the bed just next to his lying form.
My eyes loamed over his face, which was covered by a rugged-looking, untamed beard. My fingers itched to run over it and I did just that.
It felt rough to the touch like it hadn't been taken care of, forever, but otherwise it still made him look quite caveman handsome.
"What the hell is that appearance, even, my God, the mate bond has already started activating? I thought to myself. But even with or without the matebond, I could tell that he was once a healthy, handsome looking specimen and even now he still had features that made him look quite sexy in a rugged way.
My fingers moved from his jawline towards his head, and they felt for the long unkempt hair, and it felt quite rough.
Getting to touch him like this made me feel things I didn't want to feel more, so I acknowledged what I was feeling.
But regardless of my position, I still wanted to take care of him, I wanted to have him okay more than anything, have those eyes opening up to look at me and know that I'd be here for him even if it was temporary.
I'd also make sure to make whomever did this to him was going to pay. At that thought, a sudden aggressive anger encompassed me and I had to hold in a growl.
The sudden rush of anger tightened my chest and my fingers curled into fists. This type of anger I wasn't familiar with, and it unnerved me how my emotions kept skyrocketing just because of a stranger i wasn't familiar with, but the Gods knew I wanted to familiarize myself with him as much as I didn't want to.
It has been a constant battle in my mind, body and soul ever since i crossed paths with this stranger and I hated that it wasn't grounded there.
My eyes flicked at his motionless form again. My mate. The person I was supposed to protect, to bond with, to trust. And here he was, broken in front of me, reduced to a mere shadow of himself despite not knowing his life before. I had a feeling this wasn't always his persona, broken.
I was supposed to protect him, but what do I know about mates? All I knew was I hadn't wanted one and still didn't need one, but it was my job to protect him now until I couldn't anymore, till the day i walked out.
But for now, I wanted him to know that I was here. I was by his side and said that he was safe now. I didn’t care what it took. No one had the right to do this to him.
A sudden, sharp pain flashed through my chest, pulling me from my thoughts. A faint ripple of something familiar.
I froze, my breath hitching. She was here.
No, now wasn't the time for her to be here.
The sensation was like a whisper at the back of my mind, a presence I could fully comprehend. The bond had stirred before, but this? This was different. It wasn’t just a flicker of connection; it was a thick, suffocating weight pressing in, reminding me of what I’d tried to ignore.
I turned my head, scanning the room, though I knew no one would be there. The feeling—like being watched—was suffocating, and I couldn’t shake it.
But there was no one. No one I could see. Yet that presence lingered.
My heart beat a little faster, but not from fear—no, that wasn’t fear. It was instinct. I recognized that pull, that urgency. It was a call I couldn’t ignore, but I had to.
I took a slow, deliberate breath, forcing myself to ignore the ache in my chest. His heartbeats were still steady, slow but there, and that was something. It was a sign. A sign that he wasn’t completely gone, that he still had something to fight for.
I leaned in closer, brushing a strand of his hair from his forehead. My fingers lingered there, my touch gentle, as if afraid that if I were too rough, I’d break him entirely. His skin was cool, too cool, and the flicker of breath from his lungs felt shallow. But still—alive. There was still hope.
“You’re going to wake up,” I whispered to him. It was more to myself than to him, but I said it anyway.
“I’m not going to let you fade away like this. You’re not alone.”
A small shift in his chest.
I froze, holding my breath. For a moment, nothing. But then, his hand twitched.
It wasn’t much. But it was something.
Something enough to have me leaning in, in excitement and brushing my lips against his forehead.
The feeling of the faint warmth of his skin against my lips had me pausing at my actions, but the pulse of life still there had the momentary pause gone. There was hope, after all, he was fighting to be here. His faint pulse, though fragile but present, said as much.
“You’re going to wake up,” I repeated, this time with more conviction.
I pulled back, my gaze softening.
"Hi May", the voice I was eagerly waiting for but not at this time, gushed, and I cursed at the goddess for putting me through this.
She was back
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