All Chapters of The Alpha's Trapped Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Amelia's POV The lady forced me forward by pointing a gun into the back of my head. I held my breath in fear, feeling that metallic object and knowing it would go off if I failed to obey. She kicked the door before me open and pushed me in. "Have a seat my lady," she said in derision as she pointed the gun to an empty sofa where she wanted me to sit. Slowly, I took my seat. We were next to the changing room where I had been taken to last night to change my clothes for a dance—thankfully, I had disobeyed. Otherwise, last night would have left an indelible mark on me. The lady took her position beside me with her gun still pointing at me. There was tension in the air as my heart raced; it was either Lorenzo or Neil. Lorenzo had silver, but Neil was powerful, strong, and fast. I gulped heavily as another thought hit my mind; Lorenzo was not the only one in that hall with Neil. There were eight other men against Neil! My eyes clouded with tears as I prayed Neil would come out of this u

Cole's POV It didn't take long before I arrived at the hospital, and the nurse in charge of Amelia was the first person I met. She asked me to fill a few forms and sign other papers, which I did under the guise of Amelia's "cousin." I walked to the door to Amelia's ward, where a few surgeons—three of them—hovered above her, trying to keep her stable. "It's been like this since I brought her here," I heard Stabber's voice behind me, and I turned to him. "I've done my part," he continued, "now, I have to go back to business." I nodded a thank you at him before turning to the door again as Stabber's footsteps slowly faded into the distance. Slowly, the surgeons walked toward the door, leaving behind a nurse who was giving some finishing touches to the transfusion pipes around Amelia's hand and head. I moved away from the door as the surgeons emerged and rushed toward one of them. "Is she going to be okay?" "I'm afraid she's in a very critical state. There are traces of arsenic in her

Neil's POV Heira was anxious. He wanted to be better for our mate. I heard everything Cole said in my unconscious state; everything he said about Amelia. But I had no control over my body. What I couldn't place a finger on was how Amelia got to the hospital. How did she end up there? I felt the wheels move. Cole was taking me somewhere. Pains and more of it exploded in my body like there were needles in my blood. It felt as if I was being pricked each time. I couldn't speak; my lips were sealed. I couldn't move. My body did not listen to my command. Pains; tingling and itching together were numbing my mind. However, the pains went to the back of my mind. It felt like something was blocking it. 'What is happening to me'? 'The wounds are healing', Heira pointed out in reply. 'It hurt like hell'! 'But it would take a while'. Even while I lay there in my mind, everything felt so hazy—so different. Though I could still feel the biting pains, I knew I was getting better. It was no l

Neil's POV The first thing I did was get Amelia out of that hospital and take her with me back to America. Cole booked us a room in a hotel to stay and watch out for the time being. The situation in America about being the miscreant who took the lives of hundreds of workers in a refinery explosion hadn't been laid to rest yet. But I was not that bothered about it; now I had all that I wanted, an undisturbed life with my mate. It was late by the time we arrived in America. Amelia had been sleeping on my shoulder all through the flight. She looked so weak and sick. The kind that moved me to pity, but it wasn't pity speaking. I was not pitying my mate. I was deeply concerned about her condition and if Neil Morreti would survive if he lost her. I would become a shadow of myself, and I might not be what anyone expected me to be anymore—just a loner who had lost control of his emotions and his whole self. I let her freshen up alone and treat herself to a nice meal. I took her to watch the

Amelia's POV I knew my name is Amelia. I remembered that face; the face I woke up with every morning, right on my mind. I remembered his name; he was Neil Morreti. All the memories we had ever shared rushed into my mind, including the moment in the pool at Arkans. I remembered he had saved me, but I couldn't recall what had happened that required his intervention. I remembered that monster, Logan; he had cut off my pinky and promised to send it to Neil, which he did. One distinct thing I also remembered was that Neil was not an ordinary human. He had a wolf; a dark-haired wolf that was incredibly strong. I couldn't stop myself from imagining what it felt like to have a wolf that I could call on, even when I was in danger. I would speak to her, hear her thoughts and opinions, and not a soul would know what we were discussing. I would make her my confidante. I would smell things from afar, hear any little sound I wished to, become incredibly fast, and my punch would be strong enough t