Asher
Violet's limp body fuels a new feeling, sothing old and unfamiliar. It's an emotion I haven't felt since I was a young pup, long before I ca into strength and power.
Terror.
What is it? Fenris asks. He's been silent, politely blocking himself off from our intimacy, even when that rainbow-haired chit was banging on the door.
She's unconscious.
"Violet."
I shake her shoulder, the skin under my palm cool to the touch. Too cool.
"Violet, wake up."
Her head lolls as I jostle her, hair splaying across the pillow in bleached golden waves. Not a flutter of eyelashes, not a twitch. My stomach drops with dread.
"Violet!" My voice sharpens with command, an alpha's order.
Nothing. Just her pale face, lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.
What's wrong with her? Why isn't she waking?
Fenris explodes into panic, his howl ripping through my mind and air both. Strange voices join in, but they're the least of my worries.
You killed her. You killed our mate!
"Shut up," I growl, placing two fingers against the pulse in her throat. It flutters weakly beneath my touch. "She's alive."
The sudden crash of the door flying open makes whip around, a snarl building in my throat as I storm around the corner and into the hall, Violet still limp on the daybed. Just monts ago, she'd been so alive, so vibrant, with the scent of her climax filling the air.
Now…
"Your dick better be put awa—" The rainbow-haired nuisance halts as soon as she sees my face, and her eyes flick behind .
"Call a human ambulance," I order, trying to contain the panic edging into my voice. A Lycan King doesn't panic. We're calm and composed at every mont.
Fenris howls again, a wild, uncontrolled yodel of pain.
Echo blinks at . Sothing shifts in her strange eyes, until her pupils beco slitted. It's exactly what Wolf-Eye had ntioned before, but the mystery of her identity is no longer a priority. Violet needs help.
"You idiot," she growls, rushing forward to shove past with surprising strength for her diminutive, humanoid size. "You couldn't hold back?"
My chest aches with the accusation. Did I demand too much of her fragile human body?
I stumble against the wall as she rushes to Violet, pushing aside as if I'm not the most dangerous predator she'll ever encounter. As if I haven't killed for less.
The floor sways with all of our movent.
The woman Violet calls Echo doesn't look at again, her focus entirely on Violet. She presses two fingers to my mate's wrist, then leans close to her face, watching her breathe.
Under normal circumstances, it would bother she can see Violet's naked torso.
Under this circumstance, it… still bothers . I dash past Echo to yank a corner of the comforter over Violet, protecting her from the other woman's view.
"What happened?" she demands, her voice as sharp as any Lycan's. The command within it is no less than an alpha's.
"We were—" The words stick in my throat.
"Having sex, I got that part." Her fingers press gently along Violet's throat, examining the skin with a scowl. There's no mark there. Not yet. "When did she pass out? Before, during, after?"
"After." I rake a hand through my hair, hating how dependent I am on this strange woman to care for my Violet. "She was fine. Then she just... went limp."
"Ambulance. Right." Echo mutters, fishing a phone from her pocket. "This far out, it'll take thirty minutes minimum."
Thirty minutes. My chest squeezes painfully. "That's too long."
"No shit." She punches in numbers, holds the phone to her ear. "We could drive her, but moving her might—"
She breaks off, attention shifting to the call. "Yes, dical ergency. My friend, a young woman, is unconscious and unresponsive after..." A quick glance at Violet's shorts, still on. She frowns at . "After intercourse."
There's a volley of questions, and Echo answers them decisively as I pull Violet's limp body into my arms, fighting a growl when she reaches out to check her pulse.
"No, no visible trauma," Echo says, and I flinch.
Do they think I…? No. It wasn't like that.
I stroke Violet's hair, noticing Fenris behind Echo. He's flat on the ground, his eyes never leaving Violet.
Will she be okay?
My heart constricts at the question. I'd just accepted this tiny, frail little human as mine. And now…
It's only proof humans can never be mates with a wolf.
No, Fenris murmurs. Our bond would never hurt her.
And yet it has.
Echo sits beside , rubbing her hand down Violet's back. Her phone's on the couch across the room; she must have hung up.
She's not panicked. Angry, yes. The acrid scent of fury radiates from her. But she's not afraid.
"She'll be okay," Echo says confidently. "Probably going to need so fluids to help stabilize, though."
My eyes narrow. She knows sothing. "What's wrong with her?"
Echo's multi-colored hair falls forward as she leans closer to Violet, and I fight back the growl trying to escape my chest. "Her energy is... depleted. Dangerously so."
"What does that an?" I demand.
"It ans you took too much." She shoots a venomous look. "You didn't hold back. Just took everything she had to give, you brainless sack of muscle."
"I didn't—"
"You did," she cuts off. Then she pauses. "Maybe not intentionally. But you did."
She places a hand on Violet's forehead, then over her heart. The touch, though clearly dical, makes Fenris snarl. I swallow the sound before it can escape.
"Why didn't you warn ?" I snap. Better to be angry with soone. It's easier to handle anger.
Echo laughs—a harsh, humorless sound. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to give the terrifying Lycan King sex education before he fucked her senseless? My bad."
My temper flares hot and dangerous. "You left us alone, but you knew this could happen, didn't you?"
Echo ets my rage with a flat, unblinking stare. Those cat-slitted eyes don't waver, don't flinch. Sothing in her gaze—the absolute absence of fear—makes my anger shrivel like a fla doused with ice water.
It isn't from backing down.
It's from the bla her stare lays on my shoulders. Bla rightfully placed.
I did this, sohow.
"I never expected the big, bad Lycan King to be so fucking useless he'd drain his own mate," she says, her voice low and deliberate. "Guess that's on for assuming basic competence."
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