Alpha Khalid POV
My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as I stared at her in disbelief and anger. How dare she! How dare she try to mess with me! She’s playing with fire, and she will sure get drenched in it. Anger surged through me, as I stared at her. My demon started struggling to take over me, I felt him roaring inside me, I felt my blood boiling in rage, my eyes darkened, as I looked at her, fidgeting. Oh Astrid, you shouldn’t have done that, you shouldn’t have messed with what belongs to me, you shouldn’t have tried touching my property, now you have to pay the price.
Tears slid down her cheeks, as she stared at me, with fear written all over her. I could feel her heart beating really fast, I could feel her drowning in her own fear, well I don’t care.
“Guards!” I roared, and in a second, the door opened, and two guards, rushed in, looking terrified.
“Take her away, lock her up!” I roared, not taking my eyes off her. As much as I want to kill her this minute, for trying as hurt my woman, who I’ve been doing everything to bring back to life, I just can’t do it, not now. All I’m concerned about, is Octavia, and after her, every other things can come.
“Yes! Your highness.” They bowed, before dragging her away, while she just followed them, not even saying a word of plea. She knows I don’t give a damn about pleas, that’s why she didn’t bother, saying it. I don’t listen to those shits.
Rushing over to the bed, I squat beside the bed, and cupped her cheeks in my hands, as a strong wave of worries and nervousness, rushed through me. I examined her, trying to make sure she wasn’t hurt anywhere, and when I was sure about it, I found myself, smiling happily.
My eyes darted to the cup, which the seer gave me, and I sighed, before picking it up. I stared at it for a while, and glanced at her, and back at the cup again, while I rang my thumb around it. As much as I want to give it to her, I’m nervous about the whole thing, so many questions, keeps running through my mind. What if I give this to her, and things remained the same? What if nothing changes? This happens to be my last hope, what if it yields the same result? Where will I start from? How will I be able to move on? How will I be able to live without her by my side? How will I be able to live with the guilt of being the curse of the death of my mate? How will my conscience let me have peace?
Letting out a sigh, I glanced at her again, as a drop of tears slid down my cheeks. I know I need to be optimistic about the whole thing, I know I really need to be positive.
After contemplating for long, I sighed, and opened it, as I was welcomed with a liquid substance.
I dipped my finger into the cup, and patted her lips, before dipping my wet finger into her mouth, but nothing happened. I did it repeatedly for almost an hour, but it always ended up, pouting from the side of her mouth. Tears came pouring from my eyes, as I kept doing it nonstop, convincing myself that she’s gonna pull through it, I didn’t want to believe that she may really be dead, she can’t leave me, she’s mine, she’s supposed to be by my side, she really have to pull through this, she needs to fight for her life, she needs to give life a second chance, if not for anything, but for the sake of what future has in store for us.
After a few hours of crying my eyes out, and trying endlessly, I finally saw her, moved her lips. My eyes widened, and I quickly leaned in on her to confirm if what I saw is real, or just my imagination, but I was disappointed, as she didn’t move it again. I didn’t give up, but instead, I continued forcing the drink into her mouth, and after what seemed like forever, she hiccup.
My eyes widened, as I dropped the cup, and cupped her cheeks in my hands, before shaking her face.
“Octavia…. Octavia… Octavia wake up…” I called repeatedly, trying to see if it’ll work, but it didn’t work, as her eyes remained closed. For a second, I thought I was hallucinating, but I know I wasn’t, she hicupped, I heard it, she moved her lips, I saw it.
“Guards!” I roared, and in the next second, the door burst opened, with two guards, who are guarding the door, rushed in.
“Get the physician, fast!” I roared, not sparing them a glance. They rushed out, leaving I and her inside the room.
I stared down at her, with my heart, pounding heavily against my ribcage, as I prayed silently, that she survives this.
An idea popped up in my head, and I quickly grabbed her hand, before placing four fingers on her radial artery, trying as much as to stay focused, so I can get her purse, and after what seemed like forever, I found it, but it was low, as I could barely feel it. At least, that’s a little hope, right?
I thought of what to do to keep her purse ok, and that was when an idea popped up in my head, mouth to mouth respiration, I heard it helps people come back to life, but how do I do it? I’ve never done it in my entire life, neither had anyone ever done it in my presence, so how do I go about it? As much as I know I can’t do it, I know I really needed to, if that’s the only way to keep her purse ok. Without restraining myself, I leaned in on her, and crashed my lips on hers, before breathing into her mouth, with all the strength in me, and that was when the door burst opened…