Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Iris’s POV

Panic surged through me as I struggled to do something, anything at all. But my body was too weak to respond.

This is it, I thought to myself.

I had no wolf to heal me. I had no strength to crawl. Maybe this was the way it was meant to be. Maybe I was meant to leave this way.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My breathing grew shallow as my lungs struggled to work. My vision darkened.

A memory flashed through my foggy mind.

I could hear a little girl’s laugh. I knew that laugh. I could never forget it.

It was Erie.

Her face appeared above me, just as I remembered her. With her big, bright eyes, her tiny nose, and a large grin on her face.

“Mama,” she said, grinning widely.

My lips trembled as I stared at her. I wanted to tell her that I missed her, that I was sorry.

Warmth spread in my chest, replacing the burn from the poison.

If this was death, maybe it wasn’t so bad. Maybe I could stay here with her.

Her little hand reached out for mine, and I tried to lift my arm. My fingers twitched, but they were unresponsive.

The warmth I felt from Evie’s presence began to fade, and her outline blurred, as if she was slowly being pulled away from me.

“No,” I tried to say, my lips moved, but no sound came out.

I didn’t want her to go. If this was death, I didn’t want to be dragged back to the place where pain and loneliness

waited for me.

“It’s okay, Mama,” she whispered.

I took one last breath, just as the darkness took me.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious in that hallway, but I could hear faint voices speaking distantly.

“I found her like this-”

“-her breathing is shallow-”

“Get Rowan. Now.”

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I could feel hands lifting me from the floor. The movement sent a sharp wave of pain through my body, and I whimpered slightly.

“Oh, she looks bad,” a voice said close to my ear. It wasn’t Rowan. It sounded more like Asher.

I wanted to answer, but my tongue felt like it had been attached permanently to the roof of my mouth. My chest burned with every short breath I took.

I slipped out of consciousness again as Asher carried me. Then suddenly, a sharp, commanding voice cut in.

I would have recognized that voice anywhere. It was Rowan.

“What the hell happened?” he barked furiously.

“I don’t know,” Asher said quickly. “I was walking past when I saw her on the floor outside her door. She had been poisoned.”

Poisoned. The word echoed in my head.

“Get the healer,” Rowan snapped. “Now.”

I felt myself being lowered onto something soft. My eyelids barely opened for a second, but it was long enough to see his face hovering over me. His brown eyes stared into mine, filled with several emotions that I couldn’t understand as I was barely conscious.

“Stay awake, Iris,” he ordered firmly. “Don’t close your eyes. Help is on the way.”

I tried to obey, but my eyelids felt heavier as I blinked.

My chest tightened as another wave of pain shot through me. I whimpered, too weak to cry out.

“Easy,” an unfamiliar voice murmured. “We need to neutralize the poison now before it spreads further.”

Rowan’s hold on me tightened. His voice was sharp. “Do it.”

Something bitter and slimy touched my lips. Rowan’s hand held the back of my head gently. “Drink,” he said, Now.”

The slimy liquid ran down my throat, and I gagged, but Rowan didn’t let go until I swallowed every drop.

“Her pulse is erratic,” the healer muttered. “She’s lucky she was found when she was. If time had been wasted, she wouldn’t have made it.”

I didn’t feel lucky at all. My chest and my stomach were burning, and I just wanted everything to end.

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