The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295: Gav’s Fist Said Breathe, Motherfucker

The surface was right there, pale and rippling.

Twelve feet.

Ten.

Five.

Fin broke the surface first, hauling Dex up with him, and the sound Fin made pulling air was raw enough to carry across the lake. Dex didn’t show signs of breathing.

Gav came up half a second later, gasping so hard his throat cracked.

Fin’s dislocated arm hung at an angle that made Gav’s stomach turn, and blood was sheeting down the side of his face from a wound hidden somewhere in his hairline. He didn’t acknowledge any of it. He shifted Dex’s weight, treading water with his legs alone, and jerked his chin toward shore.

They swam. Fin on one side, Gav on the other, Dex held between them by two men who had no business still being conscious and had apparently decided that was a problem for later.

Hyran and Aeron were already twenty yards out and closing, cutting through the water in tandem, gold magic burning around their bodies. As soon as he closed the distance, Hyran grabbed Dex under both arms, taking his weight from Gav and Fin, and kicked towards shore, swimming harder than he’d swum in his life.

Aeron got under Fin’s good arm, took his weight, and swam. Fin let him. That alone told Aeron everything he needed to know about how bad it was. The Alpha King of North Varos didn’t let people carry him.

Gav and Hyran hit the shore at the same time. They hauled Dex from the water in a single pull.

"Further. Away from the waterline," Gav ordered, pulling rank again. Hyran didn’t argue.

They pulled Dex between them, fast and rough, stone scraping beneath their boots.

"This is far enough," Gav confirmed, gently lowering Dex.

Hyran dropped to his knees and went to work. Gold magic poured from his palms before Dex’s shoulders were flat against the stone, flooding the prince’s chest, sinking through skin and muscle and bone, searching for a heartbeat, a breath, anything still running in there.

Nothing happened.

He pushed harder. The gold brightened, humming against the night air, and the mage’s face was a mask Gav had never seen on him before. No sarcasm. No distance. Just concentration so total it had burned everything else away.

Still nothing.

Dex’s lips were blue. His chest wasn’t moving.

Gav dropped to his knees beside him.

"Dex."

No response.

"Don’t do this."

Gav shoved him onto his back and drove a hand into the center of his chest.

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