The Professor's Mate Clause novel Chapter 62

CHAPTER 62

FREYA’S POV

I wake up to pain.

Everything hurts. My whole body feels like Twent through a meat grinder. Muscles I didn’t know I had are screaming. My skin burns. My head pounds.

And I’m cold. So cold.

My eyes crack open. Not the vehicle anymore. Somewhere else. Dark. Damp. Underground maybe.

A basement or bunker. Concrete walls. Single flickering bulb. The smell of mold and old blood.

I try to move. Everything protests. I look down at myself.

Blood. I’m covered in blood. My clothes are shredded. Claw marks across my arms. Bite marks on my shoulder.

Not all of it is mine.

Memories flood back. The fight. Asher. My wolf partially emerging. The desperate need to protect Adrian overwhelming everything else.

Adrian.

I sit up too fast. The room spins. I have to grab the wall to steady myself.

“Adrian?” My voice is hoarse. Raw from screaming. “Where is he?”

Movement to my right. Someone shifts in the shadows.

Adrian lies on the floor a few feet away. Unconscious. Covered in/even more blood than me. His side is torn open. The wound is deep. Bad. Possibly fatal.

But he’s breathing. I can see his chest rising and falling. Shallow. Labored. But there.

I crawl to him. Every movement agony. But I don’t care. Need to reach him. Need to make sure he’s alive.

My hands find his face. So pale. So much blood. His skin is cold. Too cold.

“Adrian. Please wake up. Please.” I lean down. Press my ear to his chest. His heartbeat is there. Weak. Irregular. But there

He’s alive. We’re both alive. We escaped.

The bond pulses between us. Weak but present. I can feel him through it. Feel his pain. His exhaustion. His desperate clinging to consciousness.

“I’m here. I’m right here. You’re going to be okay.” I don’t know if he can hear me. Don’t know if he’s conscious enough. But i say it anyway. “You saved me. Now I’m going to save you.”

Except I don’t know how. I don’t know where we are. Don’t know if my pack found us. Don’t know if we’re safe or if Asher’s wolves are still hunting us.

All I know is Adrian is dying and I’m too weak to help him.

My hands press against his wound. Trying to stop the bleeding. But it seeps through my fingers. Tex mich Foo fast. Werewolves heal quick but not from this. Not without help.

“Someone help us!” I scream it. Don’t care who hears. “Please! We need help!”

Footsteps above. Running Getting closer

The door at the top of the stairs crashes open. Light floods down.

Clara appears. Followed by three wolves I recognize. Pack members. Ours.

“Freya. Thank god.” Clara rushes down the stairs. “We got you out but barely. Asher’s forces are everywhere. We had to hide you both here until we could secure transport.”

“Adrian needs a doctor. Now. He’s bleeding out. His organs are damaged. He’s not healing.” The words tumble out. Desperate. Please. Do something. Anything.”

“Dr. Chen is on his way. Should be here in ten minutes.” Clara kneels next to me. Checks Adrian’s pulse. Her expression goes grim. “He’s bad. Really bad. I don’t know if he’ll make it ten minutes.”

“Then we do something now. What about wolf healing? Can’t one of you give him blood? Accelerate his healing?”

“It doesn’t work like that. Not with an Alpha. Their bodies reject other wolves’ blood. Only mate blood can-” She stops. Looks at me. “Your blood. If you gave him your blood it might help. The mate bond is strong enough to bypass the rejection.”

“Then take it. Take as much as you need.” I bare my wrist. “Just save him.”

“Freya you’re injured too. You’ve lost blood. This could kill you.”

“I don’t care. Do it.”

Clara pulls out a knife. “This is going to hurt.”

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