As my eyes fluttered open, I was confronted with the alarming sight of
Caleb poised to mark me against my will.
Caleb’s POV:
I yearned to leave my mark on Debra, yet inexplicably, she displayed an unwavering resistance to my intentions.
“No
Caleb, please don’t.
Debra pleaded while pushing me away weakly, eventually succumbing to unconsciousness once more.
Deep remorse washed over me, engulfing my being, rendering me incapable of even contemplating another touch upon her fragile form.
“In that instance, don’t mark her at present.” The doctor, Brian, shook his head. “While the mark could potentially expedite her recovery, if her reluctance persists, the circumstances may deteriorate further.”
“What should we do now?”
An overwhelming sense of concern washed over me as I observed Debra’s ghostly complexion.
Her current state seemed alarmingly precarious, as if her very life teetered on the edge.
Brian’s expression mirrored the weight of the situation, yet he reassured me with a solemn pledge, “Fear not. I’ll dedicate my utmost efforts to heal her. The primary concern lies with the head injury, which poses a significant risk only throughout tonight. If she manages to pull through tonight, her chances of recovery are promising.”
Brian’s words carried a weighty message, indicating that if Debra couldn’t endure the upcoming hours, I would lose her forever.
Agonizing pain gripped my heart with an intensity that was almost unbearable.
What had I done?
I couldn’t even protect my own mate! How could I simply stand by and watch, feeling utterly helpless in the face of her suffering?
Just then, Carlos entered the room.
“I’ve conducted the interrogations. The two individuals have confessed to everything. As you suspected, it was indeed Janiya who orchestrated the whole affair.”
No response escaped my lips. My gaze fixated upon the frail figure of
Debra lying in the bed, my thoughts drifting, partially consumed by distraction.
Concern etched across Carlos’ face as he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Caleb, you don’t look so well. Are you okay?”
Wearing a faint, bitter smile, I shook my head, my complexion turning even paler. “Carlos, there was a landslide at Hills Park just moments ago. If it hadn’t been for Debra’s courageous act of pushing me away, I would be the one lying here in peril.”
Following a brief pause, Carlos’ guilt-ridden expression surfaced, and he admitted, “While I was at the restaurant, Debra informed me that she planned to meet you at Hills Park. I sensed something was amiss at that moment. I should have informed you about this earlier.”
There seemed to be no solace in dwelling on what could have been or what should have been. The events had already transpired, Leaving behind a profound sense of sorrow and regret.
