Chapter 288 Ava: Healed

Lucas motions toward his arms and legs with a wry smile. "I guess my healing came back with a vengeance."

That's an understatement.

My heart pounds as I rush a few feet forward, stopping short at the foot of the bed as I drink him in.

Alive. Well. Healed.

The strong alpha I remember, even if he doesn't know me anymore.

"Can I... would it be okay if I looked you over?" All the confidence I projected at that receptionist from earlier is gone, and I'm timid in front of my mate, this man with my heart in his hands.

He surprises me by standing up beside the bed, a low chuckle stirring my heart and tear ducts into production. A slow circle, arms raised, as if showing himself off.

Steady.

Confident.

No trace of the injuries that had left him bedridden.

The familiar planes of his face soften with a lopsided smile that squeezes my heart. I ache to touch him, to assure myself this isn't another dream that will evaporate like mist.

His golden eyes are clear, no longer marred by the hint of pain. The broad shoulders I once clung to stand straight, unbowed by suffering. His skin is unblemished, no longer marred by recent wounds.

Joy surges through my veins, bright and buoyant. He's here. Whole. Well, almost.

My vision blurs with tears, and I hiccup in the most unladylike manner. "I'm so glad you're better."

The words aren't enough to convey the depth of my joy over his recovery.

Lucas motions for me to sit on the end of the bed. I perch there, hyper-aware of his presence as he settles on the opposite end. The distance between us feels too far, and I wonder if for him it isn't far enough.

His gaze is still that of a stranger, but his words are more friendly than yesterday. "The mate bond must be real. You're the only change in my treatment. I guess my body recognizes it somehow."

ours. Still, it feels

feel the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. But I

being here helped at all, I'm just thankful to have finally done something for you." My lips quirk. "You're usually the one doing everything for me. It's odd to have

see how that might be

little less knowing he's healing, though. Maybe soon his memories will return. That

furrows, a strange expression

chest, mortified. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem to like it. "I showered before I came," I insist, my voice higher than usual.

his head. "No, it's not

could have changed.

waft the

then shakes his head. "No. Something else.

his eyes, reminiscent of the way Lucas used to look at me.

might be wrong. By the way his nose wrinkles and he recoils

doesn't like how I

my mate dislike my scent? Such

I wanted to bury myself in

I shower

he says, sounding oddly distant as his nose wrinkles again. "I think it should be okay.

heart drops. "Ava.

The Blackwood

second, I'm startled he would remember that—but, of course, Kellan must have filled him in on recent history and the current pack situation. Of

my neck. "Beta Grey is my father,

looks thoughtful, bending his knee to rest his arm against it. Casual. Powerful. Looking way too good for someone who doesn't want me yet. My body and bond within me yearn to get closer, to snuggle

he muses. "A curious choice of

of

forgot about

just some random

have to stop letting these little phrases get me down, but

and that string of connection within me is humming,

I can't focus on that

asks me, studying

said anything about you breaking out of

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