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Chapter Seventy–Two: What Happened?
Kiara’s POV:
Dipping in and out of consciousness was a weird sensation. It felt as if I was floating in a vast ocean, the surface glimmering with the touch of sunlight just a little out of my reach. Each time I nearly broke through, it danced away, teasing me, tantalizingly close yet so far. My senses were muted, my thoughts garbled, but I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was not alone.
The first thing I heard was a voice, a comforting and familiar sound that pierced through the heavy shroud of darkness.
“Sweetheart,” it resonated, each syllable drenched with a cocktail of emotions–despair, urgency, fear. Kayden.
I’d know his voice anywhere. The gentle baritone brought a sense of familiarity in the midst of my confusion. It called out to me, urging me to wake, to respond.
Another voice joined in, softer yet firm.
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“Kiara, we need you to open your eyes, love.” Jayden.
His voice, usually so steady, was laced with an undercurrent of anxiety. It reverberated around me, weaving its way through the nebulous void, promising safety.
Their words, tinged with fear and desperation, were a beacon in the all–consuming darkness. Their hands, firm yet gentle, held mine, their touch serving as an anchor, connecting me to the world I so desperately wanted to return to.
I tried to respond, to give them some sign that I was still fighting, still there. But my body was heavy, unresponsive, as if I was trapped within a shell of lead. The more I strained against the fog of unconsciousness, the more it seemed to close in, pushing me back down into its depths.
A harsh sound cut through the silence–the sound of an animal. defending its territory. A low, deep growl. My mates. I felt a shudder of fear. The growl was protective, a warning sign to any who dared to encroach upon what was theirs.
The door to the room creaked open, a chilling interruption to the tense. silence. Voices I didn’t recognize filtered in, their tone invasive, eliciting louder, more threatening growls from my mates. Panic gripped me, the fear for my mates overshadowing my own confusion and pain.
As the darkness threatened to pull me under again, their voices rang my ears, repeating like a litany.
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“We love you, Kiara. Stay with us…we need you…” Their plea was a siren’s song, an anchor in the stormy sea that I was adrift in.
But the exhaustion was too great, the siren’s call too weak against the relentless tide pulling me under. With a final, desperate surge of effort, I tried to reach out to them. But the darkness closed in, swallowing my weak cry as everything faded away once more.
Riding the edges of consciousness was like being caught in a perilous dance between two worlds. But, there was a pull from deep within, a desperate call to arms that was urging me to fight the sedative haze clouding my senses. It felt as if I was clawing my way up from a dark abyss; every inch won with sheer force of will.
My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, its rhythm echoing in my ears. Gradually, the world came into focus, the ominous shapes coalescing into the dimly lit hospital room. My throat felt raw, and my body is heavy, as if leaden weights were tied to my limbs.
Blinking sluggishly, I tried to comprehend the scene unfolding before me. The sight that greeted me jolted me to my very core, the fear spiking through me stronger than any drug–induced stupor. My mates, the very epitome of calm and composure, were anything but. Their faces were masks of unadulterated fury, golden eyes blazing with a deadly fire that had even the bravest of wolves cowering.
They had Rex and JJ pinned against the wall. Their usually friendly faces contorted in pain. Kayden and Jayden’s auras rolled off them in menacing waves, a tangible force that made the air itself seem heavy. It was an elemental display of power and authority, a stark reminder of their dominance and why they held their title as Alpha Kings. But the
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disturbing sight was quickly replaced by a wave of panic.
What had led to such a terrifying showdown?
Why were my friends the targets of my mates‘ wrath?
As the questions whirled around my mind, my instincts kicked in, a primal urge to protect those I cared about.
Summoning every ounce of strength, I attempted to swing my legs off the bed. But the sudden movement overwhelmed me. My body swayed precariously, my vision spinning as my balance faltered. With a gasp, I pitched forward, gravity pulling me down, my breath hitching as I braced for the impact.
But the crash never came. Instead, the room went dead silent, the brewing confrontation forgotten as all eyes turned to me. A horrified gasp pierced the tense silence, my hasty tumble from the bed effectively capturing my mates‘ attention. The room, which just moments ago reverberated with the threat of violence, now held its breath, the silence echoing louder than any words.
