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to crack and a prompt screech bolted from my lips. This was unconditionally not Markus, even if he was fuming; I knew that he would certainly not do something so vehement to his mate. “Thought it was him?” A voice sneered as I elevated my drowsy eyes towards the face I dreaded, the man before, he glared at me, though a trivial smirk creased along his face. “What do you want,” I writhed to rise as my back seemed to sprout with discomfort and tears seemed to convincingly drip from my eyes as I instantaneously knew that I was going to die in the hands of the opponent.
He leaned down towards me, his eyes glowing and his hands seemed to stroke the side of my cheek moderately, though I knew everything here was a falsehood. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked in distress as his grin broadened and a malevolent laugh appeared to spurt and wrap around me like a snake.

“Something you’ll never forget,” I tried to get up but as soon as I resisted I was stopped, he restrained me down and though he wasn’t forceful my efforts were pathetic as the blood from my back seemed to stain my clothes.

I tried shouting but it was useless as any movement aloud the pain to intensify. In defeat I turned my head to the side, staring taciturnly at the wall, as I unexpectedly felt his hand rise underneath my shirt.
I thrashed once more, overlooking the pain and trying to free myself, this entirely felt incorrect as his hand progressed higher and higher until he lightly traced along my bra and breathed deeply against my neck.

I could feel the bile in my throat, pushing to get out, my body, it was filled with his murky marks, this body was now unserviceable, and how could I permit myself to follow someone I didn’t know? I would never excuse myself for being such an impractical bodyguard, I was favorably shielding others when I should have firstly protected myself.
Here I was about to be raped, about to be murdered and snickered at because of my feebleness. I solitary tear leisurely traced along my cheek bone and plunged onto the grass as it eagerly dissolved into the mud.

The man slowly unclipped my bra and his hand prudently cupped the smooth skin of my breast before opening the buttons of my shirt and leaning his head down to lick at the rosy flesh of my nipple. I couldn’t tolerate this to ensue; I couldn’t become a frail woman who permitted other men to touch me.

I wouldn’t stand for this as I clutched his hair and tugged at it hard, he barked and fell to the side, giving me the opportunity to rise and rapidly button up my shirt once more, I was about to lunge at him before another man grabbed at him and started to punch at his face wrathfully, that was when I noticed the figure of Markus.
Markus grabbed at a dagger from his pocket and tried to slash at the man’s throat, but missed as the man used his own weapon and dug it into Markus’s stomach. He screamed out in pain as he let go of his own knife and fell to the floor.
The man chuckled down at him, before dusting himself off and turning his wicked eyes back to me, but before he knew it, I was already in front of him as I pushed my hand into his chest and cold-heartedly pulled out his heart, its last beat pumped into my hand and gradually died as the organ lay floppily, the blood dripping from its arteries and the man slowly falling to the floor as he couldn’t complete a word, I looked down at him, tossing his structure at him before concentrating on Markus.
He was curled up, his inhalation uneven as he clenched and unclenched his fist, mumbling my name but his eyes squeezed shut compactly.

I knew what I had to do, I didn’t need a nurse, or a doctor to support me with this, I just needed myself, and doing this, I knew it was tremendously precarious, snatching the switchblade that lay beside me I gripped it firmly, breathing profoundly as I forced the metal against my wrist, breathing in and out. Wolves are extremely allergic to silver if it touches their blood, it can cause death.
But I knew what I had to do, I would do this for love, the affection of my mate and I could not go through the agony of watching him die, it was my only optimal as I inhaled and judiciously opened Markus’s mouth.

I looked down at him, smiling at his beautiful face, memorizing the times we had been through, how problematic it was to be with the alpha, to be his factual mate, it was never going to happen and there were too many rivals, enemies and haters against us, of course they would have never permitted the alpha and his bodyguard to ever be together, so what was the point in trying anymore?

I softly kissed the side of Markus’s mouth, and in an instant slashing my wrist, the anguish that shot up my arms was excruciating, but nothing would disturb me as I leaned over Markus, tears gliding from my eyes and inspecting the blood as it soundlessly dropped into his mouth, Markus swallowed the liquid, his eyes fluttering gradually, but not yet conscious as more of it trickled from my wrist. “I love you, Markus,” I whispered.

And with that, I leisurely dropped to the ground, no longer in control of my cramping body, but the final image my eyes had held was possibly the greatest memory I would ever remember.


Markus’s eyes.


And even when I’m dead I’m sure I will never forget Markus,


I did it for love. Chapter 9 - Ending

 So I believe it was unfair to end a story there.

 

So this will officially be the last chapter of this book/series, I truly hope you enjoy it. :)

 

Thank you guys <3

 

Markus' POV

 

I turned slighty, my body was in a great amount of pain. Iron. That's exactly what my mouth tasted, a thick iron taste - blood? My first initial reaction to the situation was if the enemy had been completely wiped out. It was silent but I wasn't sure if I had temporarily lost my hearing as a sudden and almost surprising understanding was, that I was surrounded by nurses and doctors, a blanket of white uniform covering around me so much that it was hard to know where I was properly looking. 

"Get him to the surgery room straight away - and the girl too." 

Those words seemed to be the only thing that my ears could pick up. Besides a loud ringing sound in both ears, his voice was now the main focus of my attention. "The girl too?" Who was this girl? My eyelids became unbelievably heavy, it was a difficulty to keep them open, and rather, I decided not to - allowing my weak vision to become a clear blank canvas of nothing.

 

 

"Markus." A voice interrupted my serene silence. "Markus." And yet there it was again. 

A spark of annoyance surged through me as I realised that the serene silence was a thin wall of reality and sleep. I twitched and a small gasp erupted from someone fairly close to me - they were watching my every move, and suddenly I became nervous to who my audience was in fact. I groaned at the familiar pain that sat upon my stomach, a sharp and shocking pain that almost caused me to pass back into the darkness once more. 

"Don't move too much Markus." 

My eyes fluttered open, annoyed at the voice who kept attempting to speak to me. My mouth momentarily opened to reply to the persons comment until I became aware of my surroundings. Around me I saw a few of the other masters who lived within the home, as well as Adrian, Chelsea, and the girl that I faintly remembered as... Rose.

"How're you feeling, Markus?" A voice asked beside me that I hadn't actually realised was there before. His white jacket signified an important position... perhaps a doctor? 

"I'm Dr. Wilson, we haven't properly met, but after your pack called us for emergency we were quickly sent over to assist your pack." The doctor spoke slowly, which I assumed he was being considerate considering the drowsy state that I was in. "We were able to help those that were in need of our service, luckily just in time, however a few of your pack members were unfortunately dead before we even arrived."

I barely nodded, the pain that I was in was unexplainable, and by the look on his face, I'm sure he gathered that himself.

I turned my focus to the people who stood in front of the bed, all eyes focused intently on me. Like a trigger, I realised someone was missing, someone who was usually with me almost 24/7, protecting me, I just couldn't seem to remember who, it was like a blockage had been put in the way to prevent me from remembering.

"Ah. You most likely are trying to remember Elisa - correct?" The doctor asked.

And, just by the simply word, all memories came flooding back, crashing through my mind like an intense, brutal wave of regrets. Yes. I had been trying to remember Elisa. 

"H-how is she?" I could barely scrape out the words, though the determination of knowing how my...mate, in fact, was, was itching at every possible area within me. I couldn't remember what had happened after seeing the Alpha of the Forest Fire Pack attempt to sexually abuse her, everything seemed to have just simply gone completely blank. 

"Well." The doctor spoke slow again, as if it pained him to tell. "She's in critical condition, she was at one point confirmed dead, however, we were able to come just in time to resuscitate her, unfortunately, we have no confirmation to know whether she'll surivive."

"She's in a coma..." Chelsea said slowly.

My eyes widened in shock.

"She gave you her blood so that you'd survive." The doctor stated.

I couldn't understand at first why my vision had become blurry, but then the first droplet of a tear decided to guide its way down my face - I was crying.

"When will you know?" I asked, my feeble voice cracking at the thought of my mate dying. After everything we had been through, to know that we both wouldn't come out at the end survivors ultimately broke my heart.

"That's also impossible to know - it's all about when her body decides its time to stop fighting-"

"Enough." I state, just about strong enough to hold up a hand. "I don't wish to hear anymore, please leave me be."

And just like that, the audience that had been so focused on me all scuttled out, leaving me alone in the vast empty room, to think about my dying mate, who's intention was to in fact die - for me.

 

 

Two Months