#Chapter 119 – My Blood

Alyson I sob at his side, watching him sleep so deeply that he hardly can make out a coherent mumble when I beg for him to heal. He's been bitten by a sick rogue, something that could have the capacity to kill him, and I can't allow that to happen. I bow my head, resting it against he side of the bed where I kneel, where I haven't moved from in days, just waiting for him to lift his head and smile joyously. If only that would truly happen. I would cry harder than I'm crying now, so desperate to have my mate in my arms. Someone taps my shoulder and I jerk away from the calm, caring touch. Olivera hasn't left me alone for long since this ordeal has occurred and now he is back from the cafeteria, holding a tray of lunch that I snub. I don't want to eat. I want my mate to wake up and be okay. "Come on, blood pet, you need to eat," he huffs. My watery eyes shoot open. "Why didn't I think of that before?"