From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 319

Chapter 319 Past Saving

Chapter 319 Past Saving

DAMON.

And I hate it, because Eloise looks so pale in the bright lights.

She looks too broken.

She’s okay.

She’s not broken, she’s alive.

One set of footsteps falter. “Um, what about that other guy?”

“That guy is past saving,” Seb responds.

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The Pack paramedics crouches down on the other side of Eloise. “Can you tell us what happened?”

I can feel them looking at me, but I keep my eyes on my wife. “He pushed her down the stairs. I only got here in time to see her hit her head on a step.”

“He who?”

I lift my gaze. “The one past saving.” My tone is

dark and neither of them makes eye contact with me. Probably scared of talking to the Lycan

King.

One clears his throat, “Is that when she lost consciousness?”

“I force myself past the memory of her head hitting the floor. “She woke up a few utes ago and rolled herself over, then”–I’m forced to swallow–“then she passed back

Alright. Is there anything else we should know?”

“I don’t…” I shake my head. “She was running when I got here. I don’t know if…”

Fuck. I can’t even get the sentence out.

I grit my teeth and do it for Eloise. “I don’t know if he hurt her before that.”

“Okay. We’ll take good care of her, my King, but I need to ask you to move back a little, so we

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can get her ready for transport.”

Knowing it’s what’s best for her, I pull my hand back and stand.

Seeing my bloody handprint on her shorts makes my stomach roil.

I never meant for it to be like this.

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I take enough steps back, that they have room to work, but I stay close enough to see her.

She looks so small like this.

The thud of shutting car doors signals the arrival of the cops.

Normally we don’t involve law enforcement in our business. But Seb was right about what he said earlier. People need to remember that no one fucks with us.

And the dead man on the stairs behind me is a convicted felon home invader, here to murder my beautiful wife. When the public gets word of me killing him in an act of self-defense, they’ll make me a hero.

But I’m no hero.

I never have been. And I never pretended to be.

My fists clench, the skin pulling tight across my knuckles, reminding me who I am What I am.

Another set of headlights flashes across the entryway before the new car stops and a man jumps out.

From where I’m standing, I can see out the front door to where the three police officers stopped ten feet from the front door to look at the newcomer.

The man comes into view, jogging up the sidewalk.

“Hey, boys,” he lifts a hand. He saw me and straightened up. “My King.” he bowed.

The cops all look at each other, then one finally asks. “What’s the FBI doing here?”

“Just give me a second,” the man replies. “I’m a friend.”

Seb and I glance at each other as the federal agent vaults up the front steps, enters my home, then swings the door shut behind him.

“Friend?” Seb repeats the word like he’s never heard it before.

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“Figured I could get that message moving quicker if I happened upon the scene. Driving home, ya know.” He bows. “My King.”

“Lincoln.” I spare him a glance as I watch the paramedics slide a thin cot under Eloise.

Seb and Lincoln keep talking, but I can’t do anything except watch two strangers lift my wife

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