Page 69 of Demon Rejected
The security guy granted me access right away, no questions asked.
Matt lay there the same way he did last time. Still breathing through tubes and connected to several cables.
“Hey, Mountain Man," I whispered into his ear. His natural scent was mixed with that burning scent of hospital and meds.
There was no reaction.
Matt was already three days in a coma. The Alpha and I tried to force his shift to make him heal himself without success. I felt the tiny golden threads that connected me with Matt, only today, instead of them looking golden and shiny, they appeared less vivid.
“Matt, don’t you die on me. If you die, I swear I’ll find a way to kick your stubborn old shifter ass. I’ll bring you back just to kill you with my own two hands.”
I knew then that I loved him, no matter if he was my mate or not. I love him even though he rejected me as a mate, which broke my heart and almost sent me over the edge.
He was the man I trusted. He kept my secret safe, and I could not do anything to help him.
I leaned closer and kissed his forehead, thinking about his warm eyes with golden flecks. My heart broke again and again right there in the space between two heartbeats.
My lips moved close to his ear.
“Mountain Man, listen to me and listen good. If you dare to die, I will hunt you down to the pits of hell, bring you back to life and fucking kill you again. That’s how much I love you."
A hot tear left my eye and dropped onto his cheek. I wiped it away, having the feeling that it somehow reached him. I kissed his cheek again and had one more look at my wolf, my mate, my savior, and the one who rejected me. Yeah, I have issues, but what can I say? If punishment comes in the form of Matt, I’ll become a sucker for punishment.
It was hard to leave Matt. All the small tendrils that tied us together made me want to stay there and look at him. My heart wanted to stay, but my brain kicked me. Matt was floating between life and death, and it was on me to help him, bring him back.
A black Jeep waited for me in front of Las Vegas HQ. I sat in the backseat, tears spilling down on my cheeks. The driver was silent and didn’t ask me any questions, and I was deeply grateful for it.