The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Just Let Me Take Care Of You

Serena stirred awake, arms wrapped around her. She was lying on top of a chest that rose and fell with steady breaths.

She blinked, disoriented.

Then flashes of memory started to surface. Dark Fae. Gold light pouring out of her. And her squirming out of Fin and Dex’s arms as they both tried to catch her.

Gods, that was embarrassing.

"Hey, Serena... it’s okay," Dex murmured, kissing the top of her head.

She was dazed. And now she was lying on top of Dexmon.

She tried to push herself off of him to see where she was. And because she was thirsty. More the latter.

Dexmon’s arms tightened around her. "Serena, wait. We need to talk."

She exhaled, head throbbing. "Dex, can I get a tonic?"

Her voice came out hoarse and didn’t sound like her at all.

Dex stiffened at the sound. "Shit. Yeah, hold on."

He let go of her and quickly grabbed three tonics from the cooling cabinet across the room. He opened the first, handing it to her. When she took it, her arms were shaking so badly that Dex didn’t let go, helping her raise it to her lips.

She didn’t object, drinking it quickly. Dex immediately grabbed the second jar.

The throbbing in her head eased with each gulp.

Only after she finished the third jar did Serena notice where she was. She was back in Dex’s room.

The room where she’d last seen him with Agnes.

Great.

And she was wearing a silk chemise. Similar to the one that had been on the floor when she walked in on them.

Also great.

Dex sat next to her, his arm behind her, almost as if he expected her to get up and run. Which she probably would have if she didn’t feel like absolute crap.

This was the last thing she wanted to do right now.

As soon as she put the tonic down, Dex pulled her back on top of him, arms wrapping around her.

He didn’t say anything. He just held her.

Then his emotions hit her through their matebond, so hard it nearly stole her breath.

He was tearing apart from the inside. Grief and guilt twisted together like a rope around his chest. Longing so sharp it cut. A sadness that had settled into his bones and made a home there. And underneath it all, a desperate, aching hope that terrified him more than the rest.

She couldn’t see his face because she was trapped against his chest, but she knew he was crying. She could feel it through the matebond and smell the salt of his tears. He was trying to compose himself, trying not to let her know.

Her heart cracked open at that.

She tried to move her arms to hug him, but his grip tightened, thinking she was trying to run.

"Dex... I’m trying to give you a hug. I’m not running," she whispered.

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