All Chapters of His Savior: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Cory~ I can’t believe Zahara is here, standing in front of me. I have thought about her so much over the past two years. I have had dreams of her. I don’t know what it is about her. It’s probably the fact that she was the only one to take the time to talk to me and get to know me. It has been so long since anyone took an interest in me; since anyone ignored the consequences and spoke to me. It made a major impact on me and I didn’t want to let it go. Most of my recovery was spend with Zahara on my mind. I take in the sight before me. Zahara doesn’t seem to have much on her face, letting her natural beauty shine through. I like that she still keeps the braids in her hair because it is a good look for her. This time she is wearing red and that seems to make her skin glow. Her light blue dress is hugging all of her curves and I’m loving the sight. I slowly stand up and take a step towards Zahara and she takes a step towards me. “Hey Zahara. You are the

~Laslo~ I knew I should have never given into Nikki, but she was always available for me at any time. She has always liked me and I will admit that I freely took advantage of that. Why wouldn’t I? I’m young and single. Being the future Alpha and not having a mate leaves me open to do as I please with whomever I like. Now that I’m Alpha, there are a few women who would love nothing more than to be named my Luna and Nikki is at the top of that list. I have never encouraged her, but you can argue that I didn’t really discourage her either. I will not tolerate anyone treating my chosen in such a manner. She is meant to rule with me and be worshiped by all. Nikki is looking at me with fear in her eyes and she should be scared. It will take nothing for Nero and I to end her life simply because of how she treated Zahara, but I acknowledge that now would not be a good time for that. “You need to make yourself disappear. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day a

~Laslo~ I head past the packhouse to the row of houses along the East border. I see the light on at the home I’m going to and a silhouette of a woman out front. I take my time walking toward the house, replaying the last few hours. *Start of Flashback* I let Nero take over and we are bounding through the woods. I’m running into branches and trees, but I don’t care. I’m trying to shake off the anger that is consuming me. How dare she not take me up on my offer. How many Alpha’s would extend such an offer anyway? We would both benefit and we can combine the packs. We make it out to an open field where we plop down. Our head is laying on our front paws and I’m willing us to calm down. I hear twigs crack behind me and I wonder who would be bold enough to walk up on me. I turn quickly and growl at the person walking up to me. “Al…..Alpha?!” The voice is shaky and low. I take a good look at who it is and my mood does not improve. I growl again, causing Ni

The next few days were torture to say the least. Cory’s surgery was successful, but he lost so much blood that he needed a transfusion. Since I am his mate, it is best that the blood comes from me. We are halves of the same soul and because of that, I have the ability to be everything that he needs. He is the same for me so if I ever get into a bad situation, he will be able to help me. Once we find our mates, we are complete. The problem is that Cory is now in a coma. He is not responding to any outside stimuli, but all of his vital signs are strong. The doctor says that Cory will be out for a while, at least until he decides to wake up. His body will take a while to heal since he is wolfless. My blood, ordinarly, would have a major impact on his healing, but since he has no wolf, it may not work the same. I have to believe that my Alpha blood, along with the mate bond, will be more than enough to bring Cory through this. I have been with him everyday, spending most of my t

~Zahara~ Deep breaths, take deep breaths. I repeat this in my mind to calm myself and Aria. All I really want to do right now is sit next to my mate; give him my strength. I do not want to be at this table, eating lunch with the group from Wild Trail. I don’t particularly care for them and I definitely have no interest in Laslo. I hate the fact that his mother is here. I get that she is still performing Luna duties, but something about her rubs me the wrong way. I try to pay attention to the small talk that is going on around me. I join in here and there with one word responses, but I don’t say too much. The doctor told me that I would be informed if there were any changes, but I’d rather just be by Cory’s side. I made sure to scrub myself clean. I didn’t want anyone to catch Cory’s scent on me. Something about his incident doesn’t sit well with me and I’m feeling like I shouldn’t trust this group. I keep feeling Laslo’s eyes on me and it is making m