Friday
Ezekiel POV:
Rage. Pure hot rage was all I felt as I gazed at my little Luna lying unconscious on the bed, the pack doctors attending to her wounds. B***d soaked the white sheet under her; each whimper she let out was like a knife to our hearts. According to the doctor, she had multiple lacerations on her back, splinters embedded in her back, her feet were cut but were not as bad, and she had a handprint around her neck, evident that someone had choked her. My fists were clenched, veins popping around my neck and hands; I was itching to destroy something, someone, who had hurt my little Luna like that. The worst part was she didnât get her wolf until midnight; till then, she would heal at a normal humanâs pace. The doctors had already given her enough doses of painkillers, any more could be fatal. My little Luna had to be strong and get through this, but f**k if the sweat that accumulated on her forehead and clenching of her eyelids in pain even in her unconscious state wasnât noticed by my brothers and me. I could tell the doctors and nurse were nervous; they had their four alphas, two supreme alphas and the Lycan kings breathing down in his neck. They should be nervous; if they donât heal our Luna fast, there would be hell to pay.
When King Tristan and Isaiah had carried her out of the forest, it was like my heart stopped. She layed limp in King Tristanâs arms, the low thumping of her heartbeat the only indication that my little Luna was alive.
What the f**k were the warrior we assigned to her doing when she was hurt? The rogues attacked out of nowhere; border patrol was already having a hard time containing them; we didnât have a choice and had to rush straight to the border instead of to our Luna. We had told the warriors that kept an eye on her from the distance to take her to the packhouse immediately along with Hannah, but clearly, they couldnât even follow simple instructions.
We had yet to get the full story on what exactly happened; one second, we were linking with Hannah and the warriors; though they had been ambushed, a group of the warriors were still escorting the two girls back, but before we could ask where they were. The combined link closed, and we couldnât reach anyone. It was like my heart stopped at that point; with the way my brotherâs wolves started tearing through the rogues mercilessly, they were as eager as me to get to our Luna. But herds and heard of rogues were coming in. When we finally had it under control, we left the rest to the warriors to deal with. We needed to get to our Luna. Running as fast as we could when we reached the forest line, that was when we saw her being brought out of there, battered and bruised.
Looking at my mate, I linked her even though I knew she couldnât receive links yet.
âPlease, Luna, wake up. I need you; we need you.â
Azreal POV:
How? How could this happen? Everything had been going perfectly for the past few days. My love was finally opening up to us. A smile was constantly plastered on her face but seeing her now, withering in pain was like silver daggers to my heart.
We shouldnât have let her go without one of us. All this time being possessive and paranoid about her safety, we just let her walk out. Even though we had warriors assigned around her without her knowledge, those warriors werenât us.
The anger that boiled at me at the motherfucker who had hurt my love was downright like the fire from hell. Raging in me, my fist clenched and they shivered with furry. But I didnât have it in me right now to ask the warrior who the bastard was that had hurt my love. My love needed me; we werenât there for her when she needed us. I wasnât going to leave her side till she woke up. Till I saw that sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes that had been shining these past few days. I was broken out of my thought when I heard one of the doctors; when he cleared his throat, he had the whole roomâs attention.
âAlphas, Luna has lost a lot of b***d, and without her wolf, she is healing at a significantly slower pace, and the risk of infection is very high. Her medical file also states that her birthday is tomorrow, but ah, alpha, ahâ¦â the doctor stammered at the end, sweat forming on his head from the nervousness. But before any of us brothers could tell him to spit it out, We heard a mighty snarl that had all our bodies tremble from the dominance. It was King Tristan.
âListen, wolf; you better spit it out. The more Emerald is like this; the more your life gets in danger.â Said, King Tristan.
The triplets and twins were tensed. Even though their faces remained impassive, it wasnât hard to tell from their body language and the emotions that shined in their eyes when they gazed down at my love how scared they were, and in between the fright, you could see they had guilt swirling around in their eyes. They were as worried as my brothers and me. The theory they had shared with us when they had decided to stay back after our alpha ceremony was still fresh in our minds. There was no way to confirm what they believed until my love had shifted into her wolf. Other than mentioning they might be related to my love, they had said nothing else, saying they would know if they were right when she shifted and would tell us everything then. They also told us to keep it a secret from our Luna, which was a mission in itself. My love was smart; I knew she had picked things from our behaviour and theirs but hadnât said anything. I hope when the time comes, and if there was something between her, the twins and triplets, she would forgive us for our role in hiding it, even if it was a few days. Hannah had always mentioned how much my love wanted to know her real family but never knew where to begin in search. Just that thought had guilt building in the pit of my stomach.
Zekeâs POV:
âYour king asked you something. Whatâs wrong with your Luna?â I yelled at that imbecile of a doctor, Tony, who was treating my angel.
With the way he was sweating buckets, I was sure he would faint and cause a delay in my angelâs treatment. She already had lost so much b***d, and on top of that, this good-for-nothing doctor said she could get an infection; wasnât it his job to make sure she didnât. I could tell Ezekiel was holding on by a thread; one wrong move by the doctor, and he would be dead, not literally, but Ezeakil would lose it. Azreal was having his pity party about something. Sam and I werenât any better; my b***d boiled with anger, wanting to kill that bastard who had hurt my angel. I was just waiting for my angel to wake up so I could see that she was okay. That bastard was living on borrowed time; he was dead the moment I got my hands on him. I was hoping he would be one of the rogues the warriors caught, who were now getting a warm welcome in the dungeons as we spoke.
âAh well, you see, your highness, as I said, the Luna doesnât have her wolf yet, and with the loss of b***d and slow healing, when her body will try shifting at midnight, she c..could l.. lose her l..life.â Said the doctor.
The moment he said this, my brothers and I let out the loudest growls, but before we could lunge at him, he was held up against the wall by his neck by one of the triplets as the twins surrounded him, claws extended and eyes black.
How motherfucking dare he say my angel wouldnât survive.
What the f**k was his job? He better have a solution because I didnât care about killing him if anything happened to my angel. f**k, I would go on a rampage. I was broken out of my thoughts when one of the triplets spoke.
âTristan let the wolf down; heâs about to suffocate. Now isnât the time. Emerald needs him. Isaiah and Josiah stand down as well. Reel in your wolves,â Said another triplet.
The twins and king Tristan were shaking with rage, but they listened to whichever the f**k triplet just spoke and backed off. When they did, my brothers and I crowded the doctor; eyes black as night, we stared down at the panting wolf.
âOne chance, Tony, when you open your mouth next, a solution has to come, nothing else. Or I swear to the goddess, you wonât see the sun tomorrow.â Said Sam.
Samâs POV:
I was livid; how f*****g dare this pathetic excuse of a wolf even suggest my baby would not get through her shift. What the f**k was he hired for if he couldnât even care for his patients. I said I would give him one chance, and that was it. If the next thing that came out of that imbecileâs mouth we didnât find helpful, I was going to snap his neck. Staring at me with wide eyes, Tony nodded his head.
âYes, Alpha, I mean alpha, the Luna needs a b***d transfusion, enough to get her b***d count up so when she shifts, she wonât succumb to the painâ¦â B***d transfusion, that wasnât hard. we could give her our b***d. She was our mate, after all. A mateâs saliva could help in healing, which might mean that her body wonât reject our b***d. But, before I could even suggest it, Tony realized what I and the others were about to say and spoke up, ââ¦alpha, however, the b***d has to be from the same group.â He said.
We all snarled.
âShouldnât you have some in the b***d bank then?â Snarled Ezekiel.
âWe do, alpha, but thereâs a problem. We have done multiple tests on the Luna. Her b***d results always come out inconclusive every time.â Said Tony.
He was trembling when we all advanced towards him, our eyes still black and teeth bared at this point.
How was that possible!
We didnât have time; it was already seven at night, and my babyâs shift would start at midnight. He needed to do it again.
âDO IT AGAIN.â Ezekiel roared out.
Frantically nodding his head, Tony went to do another b***d test. During the wait, the twins and triplets were lost in their own conversation from tids and bits I could catch it was about my baby. Even though I didnât particularly appreciate how they so-called claimed they might be related to my baby and then decided not to say anything else, like what the f**k. You canât throw that at us and not say anything else. Plus, I was getting a bit jealous; I didnât like how they were hovering around my baby so much. Her care was mine and my brotherâs responsibility. They need to back the f**k up.
âAlphas.â I heard the doctor say, breaking me out of my thoughts
Turning around, we saw him coming toward us with a bunch of papers.
âAlphas the Lunaâs results are the same. Here are all the seven tests we have done so far. Each time the results are the same.â Said Tony. Even though he was putting on a brave face, I could smell the fear radiating from his body.
Azreal grabbed the results and went through them, his scowl deepening with every page he read. Throwing the papers on the floor, Azreal grabbed the doctor by the collar lifting him in the air.
âI donât f*****g care! Give her our b***d or O negative, but f*****g start the transfusionâ¦â before Azreal or the doctor could say anything else. One of the triplets spoke.
âThereâs no need. She will be fine.â He said.
We all turned towards him with shocked expressions, including the doctors. What the f**k? Didnât they hear what the doctor said? My baby would die; she wasnât strong enough for the shift.
âAre you out of your goddess damned mind, your highness? Did you not hear what the doctor said.â Ezekiel seethed.
The triplet scowled at the clear misbehaving but didnât say anything and walked out with his brothers in tow.
âHeâs right, Ezekiel. Emerald will be fine.â Said Josiah as he left with Isaiah, following the triplets.
What in the name of the goddess just happened.