The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: A Dragon Prince In The Wrong Place

Aeron’s healing hit Fin like cold water poured over a third-degree burn, spreading down his ribs, sealing the gash in his side, knitting torn muscle back together with a precision that his body accepted and his mind completely ignored.

He had been gutted before. Stabbed, broken, dragged through fights that should have killed him twice over. None of it had ever made his hands shake. They were shaking now, but not from the wounds. From the image seared into his skull of Serena standing alone on that mountain, surrounded, with Gavriel bleeding out beside her and no extraction coming.

Next to him, Hyran was pouring healing magic into Dexmon. The bleeding had stopped, but there were more stab wounds on his body in comparison and worse than Fin’s by a factor of ’a vampire king tried to kill him personally.’

The good news: Dexmon Drakenfell was alive. The bad news: Dexmon Drakenfell was alive, awake, and being told his mate was still on the mountain. The bad news was about to become significantly louder.

Dexmon’s eyes opened.

They were gold. Burning. The eyes of a dragon prince who had woken up in the wrong place and was going to make that everyone’s problem.

"Serena. Where is she? What happened? What did they do to you, what did they do to Serena?"

Hyran didn’t soften the answer. "She’s still up there."

The silence that followed was the loudest thing in the chamber.

Aeron kept healing Fin, faster now, both hands on his shoulders, magic pouring in with an urgency that betrayed his composure.

"I need to get to her," Dexmon said, attempting to sit up.

"Dexmon, stop moving. You’re still bleeding out," Hyran ordered, pressing harder against his chest, magic seeping into the deeper wounds that were still trying to bleed him dry from the inside.

"Don’t..." Dexmon snarled, trying to shove Hyran’s hand away. "Get me a portal back there."

Hyran gave him a flat look and continued healing, not dignifying that with a response.

"GET ME BACK UP THERE!"

Dexmon’s roar bounced off the stone walls like a living thing, ripping out of him with the force of a man who was watching the worst thing he could imagine happen in real time from a place where he could do absolutely nothing about it.

The rune beneath him blazed again, gold light surging, reacting to his desperation, his rage, as if the magic itself wanted to obey him and the physics refused to cooperate.

Fin put his hand on Dexmon’s arm.

"Dex." His voice dropped low. Deadly. The particular register Fin used when the situation was beyond fucked and the only path forward was through the man in front of him. "Look at me."

Dexmon met his eyes.

Fin’s jaw flexed once.

"We’re going to get her. All of us. But you can’t go back if you bleed out on the floor." Every word was a nail driven into concrete. His tone was firm.

Dexmon’s breath shook. His hands shook harder.

He didn’t argue. He knew what his body couldn’t do. And he knew what that cost Serena for every second he stayed down.

Hyran continued healing him, magic seeping deeper now, threading through tissue and muscle. Color returned to Dexmon’s face as the worst of the wounds closed.

"Did you see Dexmon vanish?" Hyran asked, his voice carefully neutral in a way that meant his brain was running calculations his mouth wasn’t ready to share.

"Yes," Fin said.

Dexmon: Serena. Serena, respond.

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