The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75: He Took Her To Bed (Relax)

Xeon wouldn’t stop pacing.

He’d been clawing to surface since the moment Fin walked away from Serena’s tent, and the feeling hadn’t dulled. If anything, it was getting worse.

She was clearly concussed and not feeling well. The consecutive near death experiences in one night were too much and still put him on edge.

Xeon: I want it noted that I disagreed with leaving.

Fin: You’ll survive.

Again, he didn’t have the jurisdiction, and the situation was an odd one.

Xeon: Jurisdiction is a stupid word. ’Odd situation’ my ass.

He had just arrived back in his tent when something shifted. Her emotions and pain had been flowing into him fully one second, and then like a flip of a switch, stopped. He couldn’t feel her at all.

He glanced up at Aeron. "Make a portal to her tent." His tone left no room for discussion.

Aeron carved a portal in midair, and Fin went through before it was fully formed.

Serena was collapsed on the floor.

"Serena!"

He ran to her, dropping to his knees. He felt her forehead. She was burning up. The kind of fever that wolves don’t get.

Xeon slammed against his restraint, snarling.

Xeon: Take her now. She comes back with us.

Aeron moved immediately, gold magic flashing in his hands. He scanned her for a long moment, expression focused, jaw tight.

"No issues with silver poisoning," he reported. "The issue is output. She used more magic tonight than most mages use in a year. Her body isn’t trained for that kind of sustained expenditure." He paused, pulling his magic back. "Think of it like a muscle she’s never used before. She tore it."

A muscle feathered in Fin’s cheek as he studied her features closer.

Even with the magic healing, she looked like she’d taken a beating. A bruise formed dark on her cheekbone and her bottom lip was swollen.

She looked like she’d been through a war. Because she had.

And no one had been there to pull her out of it or take care of her after.

Healing magic could only do so much.

All his restraint snapped. She was his, and he was taking her out of here.

Xeon: Finally. You sir are a stubborn son-of-a-bitch.

He scooped her up in his arms, standing in one fluid motion. She weighed nothing. Too light. Had she eaten at all today?

Without a word, he carried her back through the portal into his tent, Aeron behind him.

"If they have a problem with it, I would be genuinely fascinated to hear the argument," Aeron remarked dryly. "Considering she single-handedly kept their entire aerial unit alive while being thrown off dragons, struck by lightning, and blown up. Repeatedly."

He tilted his head. "If anything, they should be sending a gift basket."

Fin’s face darkened at that and his grip on her tightened. The reminder of everything she’d been put through made his blood run hot.

Aeron ignored it. He’d seen that look before on rare occasions.

"Mindlink me if her fever gets worse. Without the gold cuff, preferably. Unless you want the entire Draken Forces to get involved in your sleeping arrangements."

Xeon: She’s mate.

Fin: She doesn’t know that.

Xeon: She trusts you. I felt her.

Fin: I think she’s inexperienced. We’ll keep her like this tonight.

Xeon: ’Inexperienced’ is a nice way of saying we marked a virgin.

Fin: We don’t know that.

Xeon: You felt what I felt. We know. If not a virgin, she’s probably had sex less than five times.

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