The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

“What is happening?” I impatiently asked the healer who was healing Amanda.

“Her heartbeat is slow, Alpha, and the fact that she doesn’t want to be healed is limiting my abilities. I wonder how she could do that,” the healer murmured.

Feeling uneasy, I stared at the unconscious body of Amanda. The healer has been able to stop the bleeding, but she hasn’t been able to wake her up from the coma.

Feeling uneasy, I began walking around the room while I ran a hand through my hair. I didn’t know why I was panicking; I was supposed to feel at rest, at least if she dies. It’s an eye for an eye, but strangely, I didn’t want her dead.

I never had the intention of allowing my men to touch her. I will never allow them to fuck her; all I wanted to do was scare her a bit and watch her beg for mercy, but I never knew it would end this way.

Turning to where she lay, I noticed the healer reciting some incantations. I looked at the lifeless body of Amanda and wondered if she really wanted death so much. She sees death as freedom and will do anything to have it.

“Any success?” I asked the healer, who shook her head, causing me to grunt and kick a side stool.

“Should I get another healer?” I asked, running out of patience.

“Apologies, Alpha, but there is nothing any healer can do. She really wishes for death, and it’s stopping me from bringing her out of unconsciousness,” the healer responded, and I groaned frustrated.

“Then do something. There is something that has to be done.”

The healer didn’t say a word but continued her incantations while I watched, hopelessly waiting for a positive result.

The door opened, and Aunt Victoria walked in. She looked my way with a disappointed look and then settled her gaze on Amanda.

“Is there any improvement?” She asked the healer, who sighed and shook her head. “She is preventing me from using my healing abilities on her. I’m confused about how she was able to do it,” the healer complained, and I frowned. It was obvious she really wanted to die.

“Why don’t you connect with her through the mind link and ask her what her problem is?” Aunt Victoria suggested a good idea, but the healer shook her head. “She is wolfless, so I can’t telepath with her.”

That came as a shock to me; all this while, I thought she had a wolf.

Silence hung in the air as everyone was lost in their thoughts; there seemed to be no way out, and the only solution was to let her die.

“Alpha Edward,” Aunt called out to me, and I looked her way.

“She is dying, so this is a good thing for you, right?”

“No… I don’t want her dead,” I said with an uneasy feeling. “She cannot die; I won’t let her.”

Aunt and the healer stared at me, confused at my outburst. I was also confused at my uneasiness; I couldn’t explain why I was overreacting over this.

“Damn it!” I yelled and walked out of the room.

Wanting to take some fresh air and calm my nerves, I decided to go over to the garden, a place I always go whenever I need peace of mind.

Sighing heavily, I lay on the grass on my back and shut my eyes. I inhaled deeply and released an exhausted breath.

My thoughts were filled with Amanda and the thought of her not wanting to be healed; she must have really desired death to make such a drastic move of stabbing herself. Anger and discomfort enveloped me. I wish she could wake up and look at me right in the face and tell me she wanted death; heaven knows I will strangle those words out of her mouth.

“Damn it, why am I so worried?” I grunted out and ran a hand through my hair. I couldn’t explain what was happening to me, but one thing is for sure: I don’t want her dead; I can’t let her die.

Getting up from the grass, I hurried back to the room and met her, still unconscious.

“Amanda!” I called out as I got closer and took her hand, which was freezing.

Panicked, I looked at the healer, who shook her head. “She is gradually going,” the healer murmured, and my heart raced.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Amanda, listen to me, you hear me, you cannot die on me; you have no right to die; I own you; I’m your owner and husband!” I yelled out in panic. My palms were sweating, and I was reacting in a way I never imagined I would.

“I believe you can hear me, and I’m asking you to come out of the coma or else…” my threat hung in the air because I had nothing to threaten her with.

I looked at Aunt Victoria and then at the healer before looking back at the lifeless body of Amanda.

“Please!” I pleaded, not believing I was saying it.

“You can’t die; I don’t want you to die.” My words were now pleas and not commands. My heart sank in my chest, a feeling I couldn’t explain.

Suddenly, I felt a slight tremble in her fingers. My heart skipped a beat as hope surged through me. Could she be responding to my words? Was she finally awakening from her unconscious state?

“Healer,” I called the attention of the healer. “Her fingers,” I said, and the healer quickly touched her forehead. “She is recovering; she is getting back her consciousness,” the healer announced, and I inhaled deeply.