Alpha Princess’s Possessive Mate - Chapter 177

I healed and healed and kept healing till my wound closed, and so did Sam’s. I did not understand why my healing was having this less effect, but I kept on doing it. “Check his heartbeat, Dandeline,” I ordered as a habit of the last few minutes. Dandeline had been obedient the entire time, although the concern on her face was not lost by me.

“It is still faint,” Channing replied grumpily, as I had not taken in his advice.

My brows creased as I tried to sit up, “Why is it not working? I think he needs more blood!”

“Enough, Selene,” Channing raised his voice, “You have done enough, and Sam is in a vegetative state right now. His wounds are healed, and he is breathing.”

“But I can try,” I had to try. My desperation was just reaching no limits. I wanted to save everyone, and Sam was important to me. I knew Sam since my very first day in Winterwells and there was no way I was accepting him like this. He had to stay up to cover up my mistakes and tell me how my jokes were never funny. I needed someone to rescue me when Suzan became overwhelming and seeing Sam like this just made my heart clench. We still had to visit that inn he had told me about.

Channing placed his hand on his chest and continued, “Trust me, I can hear his heartbeat from here, also his breathing… Selene, I think he is in a coma.”

“But it was supposed to heal,” I retaliated, “My abilities will heal him.” I felt helpless and this loss of control was unbearable. Why can I not control people’s death? If I could, Elaine wouldn’t have to…

Fang stepped ahead this time as if he read my thoughts, blocking my view of Sam, who laid silent on the ground, “Selene, this is all you could do.”

“But-”

“NO, this is all. This is enough,” Fang dominated with his words immediately, “You have done your part and now it is Sam’s fight.” I was speechless in front of Fang. Today, he truly had helped me save someone, and even if I tried to save Sam anymore, I would just be risking myself because my abilities had seemed to have slowed down. Fang’s wolf came near me, where I was feeling lost and helpless to nuzzle at my face, “You have done great, little one. Now, wait for the ambulance. I am sure they will have some blood bags for you.”

My head nodded and somewhere I could see Channing and the amount of hurt he carried in his eyes. It reminded me of how Fang had mentioned that Channing still liked me, and I felt a little bad for him.

Just then we heard another voice, “Alpha!” I immediately recognised it to be Bane’s.

Fang had a scowl on his face for disturbing his time with me, but he looked up immediately from where the young boy came running with a leathered garment in his hand. “What is it?” Fang’s telecommunication was filled with irritation.

Bane was quick to bow and answer, “We have five dead guards at the border. Your presence is needed.”

Fang looked at Bane and then at me, “They are dead guards. We can handle them later.” My breath almost hitched hearing his icy reply. A moment ago Fang was being warm with me and now he did not care about his own guards because they were dead. I could tell his desperation was to wait here for me because Fang refused to leave my side despite Bane having come all the way here in Winterwells, taking the risk of delivering the news.

Bane’s expression did not change a bit as his sharp thin eyes continued to look at Fang, “There is an uproar in the rest that this is the work of Winterwells. The word will spread between others as well.”

Fang walked to Bane and, as if knowing what to do, Bane kept the open leather garment on Fang’s hind body.

The next moment, Fang turned into his human form and, getting up, secured the leather garment around his waist. He turned to Channing, “Someone is trying to set the villages against each other.”

“I think I know where my doubts should be this time,” Channing replied.

I did not know where his head was going, but he needed to know whose doing it was, “Channing, it was Ellie.”

Channing looked at me, and Fang turned to me in confusion next. “That is not possible. She is in prison,” Channing said as his mind started to think, the traumas returning to him. Fang went ahead and kept a hand on Channing’s shoulder. But Channing only looked at him in sheer terror, “Why does she always have to do something so cruel?”

Fang patted Channing’s shoulder, “Find out where she is and stay on alert.” Saying this, Fang passed me a look and got going in a hurry, closely followed by Bane.

Channing was clearly on alert as his eyes scanned around before flickering a shade of golden yellow.

After a few minutes, we heard the sirens of the ambulances that headed towards us. The vehicles spread out in different directions along with them. The rest of the pack members came on full alert to fight. One of the ambulances came our way, and the paramedics came down with stretchers. “Bring a cloth and a dress for the lady here,” I heard one of the girls in paramedic shout.

Channing ran ahead to her and had a little chat, where the girl nodded.

Someone brought a large cloth and dress, and Dandeline was quick to take it, “Thank you.” Dandeline looked at the dress that was provided and it was hospital scrubs. She tried to put the cloth on me but the winds only kept interfering and with my body so weak I wasn’t able to help her either.

“You should get some help, Dandeline,” I telecommunicated, seeing her adamant nature.

Dandeline smiled at me, “I can do it, just give me some time.” I internally rolled my eyes and let her be.. If help came, I would be glad, or Dandeline was quite efficient.