He was positioned in the room where I spent the night, and Lucas persistently attempted to revive him by exerting pressure on his chest. The doctor was delayed in arriving, and we were gradually losing him.
Shortly thereafter, the doctor arrived, and we were instructed to proceed outdoors. I continued to weep and implore the moon goddess for his survival.
The doctor emerged an hour later, and we hurried to enquire about his condition. I hope he will be fine.
“He will be fine,” the Doctor reassured us, prompting collective sighs of relief, “he merely requires hours of restorative rest.”
“What about his injuries?” Are they profound? Will he recover from them swiftly? “I enquired with urgency.”
Indeed, he merely requires a vigorous run. He is fortunate to have incurred the injuries while in his wolf form. Instruct him to transform into his wolf form and undertake a vigorous run. “His injuries will heal,” the Doctor stated.
Although it was intended as positive news, we experienced ambivalent emotions regarding it. Indeed, transforming into our wolf form accelerates our healing; however, the transformation entails significant agony. Not every werewolf would desire to shift when injured, particularly in Jimmy’s severe condition. The more profound the injuries, the more excruciating the transformation becomes.
“Thank you, Doctor,” Don shook his hand and departed. “Now we must persuade Jimmy to accept the shift.”
It will be challenging. “He appears quite injured,” Lucas lamented. “Nevertheless, let us attempt it.”
“That is, after he has had sufficient rest,” Don interjected.
Two hours later, they entered to retrieve him, while Bria and I remained outside. Shortly thereafter, they emerged with him, his arms slung around their shoulders, his feet scarcely grazing the ground as he leaned entirely on them.
“Jim,” I implored, approaching him and cradling his face, “Please, I understand the anguish it will entail, but you must proceed, for our sake,”
I am aware. “Do not be concerned, I will handle it,” he forced a smile, though he grimaced as his face throbbed from the bruising.
They led him into the forest, beyond our view. After a period of waiting, his anguished screams emerged, continuing for some time before abruptly ceasing.
I laughed joyfully, aware that he had transformed into his wolf form. Thank you, Jimmy. Thank you, thank you, thank you immensely! I was elated; this must be the most joyous day of my life.
Shortly, they emerged from the woods, engaged in playful banter. Jimmy appeared to be in good health, devoid of any wounds or bruises; if one seen him now, it would be hard to realise he had been nearly unresponsive just hours earlier.
Upon their arrival, I leaped into his embrace with enthusiasm; he clasped me tightly and twirled me about as if we were children. My laughter resonated audibly from a considerable distance.
“I missed you immensely, dear,” he murmured, moistening my neck with kisses, “You have no idea how much I longed to kiss you,”
“Likewise,” I murmured, “I was unable to sleep due to my anxiety.” What transpired with the Alpha King?
He remains at large. However, his wolf abandoned him during the confrontation, rendering him ineffectual now. He is incapable of causing harm to anyone, even if he desired to do so. He is virtually deceased.
In werewolf narratives, when a wolf forsakes its human counterpart, they become ineffectual. They lose their sanity and roam aimlessly, ultimately descending into madness and gradual deterioration. In essence, they become perpetually wretched.
“Thank the goddess!”I exclaimed with delight, kissing Jimmy on the lips. He encircled my waist, drawing me nearer.
The Alpha King merits this conclusion for the numerous atrocities he inflicted upon us. I am uncertain whether my complete lack of sympathy for him renders me a monster, but I trust you comprehend my stance. It is challenging to empathise with a man who has subjected me to repeated abuse and nearly caused the death of my mate. At this moment, the only emotion I experience is elation.
I embraced Jim more firmly as we intensified the kiss; I longed for this. His kisses, his caresses, his warm embraces, his arousal, and the languid, profound manner in which he made love to me. I yearned for them all.
“Acquire a private space!”Lucas shouted, and Jimmy gestured offensively, laughing as he ended the kiss.
“Shall we proceed to the room?”He smiled broadly, lifting me into his embrace. My knees encircled his waist while my arms secured around his neck. I became aroused with anticipation as we proceeded indoors for intimate relations.
The following day, Jimmy, Lucas, and I returned to their pack, where I resumed my role as the mate of their Beta, Jimmy.
Life may not become easier; in fact, it could deteriorate, however we had one another for support.
I am a girl shaped by suffering; I faced rejection, lacked a protector, experienced heartbreak, wept, and repeatedly stumbled.
However, I have no bitterness, as the world has repaid me with the finest partner imaginable—Jimmy.
