Princess of the Werewolves novel Chapter 16

I carried the kid to the chair and sat him on my lap. "Auntie Jordyn said that my sister is sick" he rubbed his eyes as he cried. "She's gonna be okay right?"

He looked up at me. His eyes piercing through mine. I gently wiped his tears with my thumbs. "I don't know, kid" I told him honestly. Tears began to gather in my own eyes. "I'll do whatever I can to help her" I declared.

"Promise" he asked. I quickly nodded.

"Come on Matthew. I think you need to rest" Jordyn said.

"When are Mommy and Daddy coming home?" the kid, Matthew, asked while getting of my lap. Jordyn turned away from us, and I faintly heard her sob.

He obviously doesn't know. "Matthew" the kid turned around to look at me. "How 'bout you let your Auntie say goodnight to Genevieve. You can show me your room, and I'll tuck you in" I offered. I don't wanna leave Genevieve, but it won't take long.

"Okay. Can I say goodnight to Eve first?" He asked. I nodded and he walked towards his sister. He tried whispering so I couldn't hear. Tried being the key word. "Your mate is gonna tuck me in. I like him" he said. I smiled. "Goodnight Eve. Feel better" he kissed his sister's cheek and walked to me.

"Ready?" I asked. Matthew nodded and grabbed my hand. As we walked out, I turned to Jordyn, who mouthed 'thank you'. I nodded and Matthew led me out the room. He opened the door to a Toy Story themed room. The walls were a light blue color with small yellow stars scattered around. There was a toy box overfilled with cars, legos, balls, and other toys. The floor was surprisingly not covered in toys. His bed was made, showing off the Toy Story bed covers.

Matthew let go of my hand and pulled the covers up. He slid onto the small bed and got comfortable. He pulled his arms out from under the blanket and motioned for me to come closer. I started walking, while he scooted over.

He patted the side of the bed for me to sit. "Can you tell me a story?" Matthew asked.

I nodded and recalled a story my mom used to tell me. "A very long time ago, there was a mean Alpha. He wasn't a good leader, but then he met his mate. She was scared of him. He changed just for her. The Alpha was nicer, and his pack got stronger. The power of mates and the power of love helped him" I told the gist of the story. Obviously, I'm the worst story teller ever.

Asher

Its been two weeks. Two weeks since I had that fight with Eve. Two weeks since I found out she's a Royal. Two weeks of her being in a coma. And honestly, I'm scared. She hasn't been getting any better. If anything, she's gotten worse. A few days ago, she had a seizure.

I was talking to her, then her heart stopped beating. I called for help and the doctor came in. He was about to start CPR, when her heart monitor went crazy. Her body started shaking. It scared me so much. It was like a scene out of some movie, where someone gets possessed or something. She was just shaking.

Other than that, she hasn't moved. She's still pale. I haven't seen her beautiful blue eyes in two weeks. And the last time I saw them, they were filled with hate. Hate that was pointed at me.

Everyday since I got here, I apologized to my mate. I begged her to wake up. I cried. Me, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, cried. I just need her to wake up. I need her to tell me that she's alright. That I have a chance to fix this. That I have a chance to be a better mate.