Mated To My Boyfrien Chapter 110: Am I dead?

Chapter 110: _ Am I dead?

Agony ripped through

as the vampire’s claws tore into my flesh. A scream tore from my throat, choked by the vice grip around my chest. His grip on my shoulder tightened, the skeletal fingers digging deep, drawing more than a scream from my throat.

Blood.

They gushed down in plentiful amounts. I forgot how to breathe in that instant and my lids began to shut when a voice shouted from what seed like a distance to .

If it was close or far, I had no idea. I was too beat to be sure of anything at the mont.

"Leave her alone!" Hollered the voice. "All three of them, let them be!"

The vampire holding

recoiled, his head snapping towards the source of the voice. To my greatest surprise, his grip slackened for a brief mont around my neck, just long enough for

to stumble free. Then, with a growl, he threw

aside and scurried off into the shadows.

I crumpled onto the ground, gasping for breath, the pain of a searing fire radiating from my wound. This was PAIN in capital letters.

W-whose voice was that?

Through my blurry eyes, I saw Liam rush towards . His small figure seed dwarfed by the chaos around him.

"N-no, Liam. Hide. Go." I muttered, struggling to push out the words but they ca out as a whisper.

Behind Liam, Cullen appeared with a face etched with worry. Relief washed over

the

mont I set my eyes on those two despite my fright for Liam for coming closer.

It was a sweet wave amidst the agony gripping at my every fiber. My son. He was safe. My little boy was safe.

"Mommy!" Liam cried, throwing himself onto . He was trembling, tears streaming down his face. "You’re hurt. You’re going to be okay, right?"

I winced as he squeezed

tight, but managed a weak smile. "I will be, honey. Just need to relax a little. I’m so glad you’re alright."

Take a deep breath with ."

I focused on my ragged breathing, trying to ignore the throbbing in my shoulder. Liam held

close, his small form sohow providing

with a surprising sense of comfort.

Oh, my little boy.

Briefly, I spotted Cullen sprinting us too.

"Cullen," I managed through gritted teeth, "check on Kylo and Lupe. They were attacked."

Concern flooded his eyes as he knelt beside . "Are you sure you’re okay? A-and did you say Kylo is attacked?"

"I’ll be fine," I lied, my voice wearing thin. "Just go. They need your help."

Even though I told him to go, I never expected the speed at which Cullen took off. Finally, with a worried grunt, he took off towards where I’d last seen Kylo and Lupe fighting.

Liam who had sensed my fading consciousness tightened his hold on my hands. "Don’t talk anymore, Mommy. Just rest."

I nodded, wondering why my healing was taking longer than expected. Why was the Moon Goddess punishing

so much?

Perhaps, those laws weren’t just myths after all. If I was given a second chance, if Kylo, Lupe, Liam, Cullen, and Gamma Rhett were safe at the end of all of this, I promised inwardly that I’d follow all of her wishes.

I wouldn’t be defiant anymore. I’d be the most obedient worshipper. If only she could hear . Gamma Rhett had tried to warn . Moon Goddess, do you hear ?

Liam, however, continued to hold , his tiny hands surprisingly strong. The pain throbbed in my side, chest, and everywhere simultaneously. Yet, all I cared about was Liam, safe and sound in my arms.

"You’ll be alright, Mom," he repeated with a trembling voice. "You’re strong."

I managed a weak smile as my hand reached up to cup his face. "Thank you, Liam. You’re my brave boy."

I wanted to remain as strong as Liam thought I was, but sadly, I only was an Oga after all. As the darkness began to engulf , a strange feeling washed over .

I felt myself detach from the pain, the fear, the chaos of the battle. My body seed to drift sowhere, leaving this chaotic scene behind.

What was happening?

.

.

Sunlight.

Warm, golden sunlight began to caress my skin, drawing

from the depths of unconsciousness. I sensed a salty breeze that carried the scent of seaweed and freedom.

H-huh?

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the brightness.

The first thing I registered was the gentle rocking motion and the rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the shore.

Disoriented, I sat up, taking in my surroundings. I was on a sleek, white Babcrook. A luxurious sailboat was gently swaying in the breeze. Crystal blue water stretched endlessly before , the horizon a shimring line between sea and sky. White sand beaches fringed a nearby island, palm trees swaying lazily in the warm wind.

This couldn’t be real. It was surreal. Like a postcard co to life.

I pushed myself to my feet, my body surprisingly pain-free. Where was all my wound?

I was dressed in a bright yellow bikini which was ridiculously inadequate for a war zone and also a stark contrast to the dark clothes I rembered wearing before the attack.

A pair of oversized sunglasses sat perched on my nose, blocking the glare of the sun. A smile spread across my face, a surreal sense of peace washing over .

W-wait!

Why was I smiling?

I had just found myself in an unfamiliar surrounding and an unbelievable one at that, considering how badly hurt I and everyone I cared about were.

Surprise jolted , and I instinctively reached down to adjust my nonexistent bikini bottom. However, I was t with a surprise.

A gasp escaped my lips as I turned, my eyes widening in disbelief. A man stood a few feet away, his physique sculpted to perfection. He was clad in white swim trunks that accentuated his tanned skin, and his windblown hair danced in the breeze.

The scene felt surreal. It was almost like a fignt of a feverish dream. Yet, everything felt so real - the warmth of the sun on my skin, the soft sand beneath my bare feet - everything felt as real as my surprise.

I took an uncertain step forward, drawn to the man by an invisible force. It was almost as though I craved the beauty of his form.

Sothing in

was already deducing his person, but seeing was believing. Wait – was this heaven? Am I dead?