Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe
Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Kora

The gentle rays of the sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting a warm golden glow over the peaceful woods. It was a fleeting moment of tranquility, a respite from the weight of our worries. Mason, Shawn, and I basked in the serenity, our laughter mingling with the whispering breeze and the soft rustle of leaves. But our brief reprieve was shattered by a haunting howl that pierced the stillness, carrying a desperate, pained cry on its mournful notes.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mason’s instincts kicked in, propelling him forward with unwavering determination.

Shawn’s gaze remained focused, his voice laced with a sense of purpose. “We can’t ignore that cry.”

Nodding in agreement, I felt the weight of responsibility settle upon my shoulders. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

We followed in his wake, our hearts pounding, and our senses attuned to the urgency of the situation. The echoes of the cry led us deeper into the woods, guiding us through the labyrinth of ancient trees and tangled undergrowth.

Driven by a mixture of fear and curiosity, we pressed on, our footfalls mingling with the symphony of nature, And there, in a patch of dappled shadows, lay a majestic creature, his once-glorious fur matted and stained with the telltale signs of battle. It was Elijah. His amber eyes clouded with pain, his breaths shallow and labored. The recognition in our eyes was instantaneous, a simultaneous realization of the bond we shared.

Shawn knelt beside the wounded wolf, his voice filled with urgency. “We need to get him help. Kora, stay with him. I’ll go find the Healer.”

Turning to Mason, who stood nearby, a scowl etched across his face, I implored him. “Come on, Mason. We have to tend to Elijah. You should head back to the training ground and meet with the others. Leave this to us,”

But Mason, his arms crossed defiantly, narrowed his eyes in defiance. Tm not leaving Elijah like this.”

-Frustration surged within me, mingling with the fear and urgency of the situation. “We can’t afford to let the rest of our pack

down. They need our guidance. We need to keep training them.

He rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his l*ps. It stoked the flames of anger within me, threatening to consume my composure. The strain of his refusal to open up about his mother’s treatment and now acting as if Shawn and I were incapable of handling an injured packmate without his supervision tested my patience.

Our disagreement was abruptly interrupted as Shawn reappeared, his expression grave. “I found Amara,” he announced, relief and worry intertwining in his eyes. “She’ll meet us at the clinic Kora, let’s go.”

With a heavy sigh, I turned away from Mason, my resolve firm. Helping Elijah took precedence, and if Mason wanted to let everyone down by abandoning their training, that was on him. We carefully cradled Elijah’s limp b*dy, bearing the weight of his trust as we traversed the familiar trails, our steps quickened by the urgency of his labored breaths.

At the clinic, Amara greeted us, her warm smile tempered by concern. Her presence was a soothing balm, her expertise a glimmer of hope in the encroaching darkness. She immediately assessed Elijah’s wounds, her nimble fingers gliding with gentle precision.

Mason stood to the side, his eyes fixed on Amara, a softness creeping into his features. “She’s good,” he muttered, his voice filled with admiration.

A spark of jealousy pr icked at my skin, and I clenched my jaw to quell the emotion. It had been a while since Mason managed to provoke such feelings within me. The fact that he appreciated Amara’s talent was one thing, but I couldn’t shake the irrational envy that clawed at my heart.

Noticing my change in demeanor, he chuckled, shaking his head. T’m just appreciating her skills. We should be grateful to have her here.

Exhaling a sigh, I acknowledged the truth in his words. It assuaged some of my unease to know that his admiration wasn’t solely based on her physical appearance.

“You’re right.” I conceded, my voice softer. “We owe her our gratitude.”

Flashing a brief smile, Mason nodded. “Exactly.”

As Elijah gradually regained consciousness, his amber eyes, clouded with pain and confusion, locked onto mine. Recognition flickered within them, a glimmer of gratitude and trust.

“Kora,” he whispered, his voice hoa rse. “You’re here. Thank you.”

Tears welled in my eyes as relief flooded my heart. I wasn’t sure how he had survived and managed to drag himself across the border after the brutal fight, but I was grateful that he had. We had never been particularly close, but he was one of the former traitors, and that bond ran deep.

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“We won’t let anything happen to you again,” I vowed, my voice brimming with determination.

The words hung in the air, a solemn oath that bound us together. At that moment, we understood the depth of our connection and the power of our shared experiences and hardships. Our small group morphed into a well-oiled machine, each of us playing our part in tending to Elijah’s recovery. Amara guided us with her expertise, her voice filled with confidence and reassurance.

“We need to change his bandages twice a day,” Amara instructed, her eyes scanning our determined faces. And make sure he takes his medicine. It’s crucial for his healing.

I nodded, my gaze never leaving Elijah’s form. “I’ll take care of the bandages. You can count on me.”

Shawn, leaning against the clinic wall, crossed his arms, a flicker of impatience in his expression. “And what can I do? It seems like you have everything under control.”

Amara’s eyes softened as she turned to Shawn. “We need someone to gather fresh herbs for the poultices. It’s a vital part of the healing process.

Shawn scrunched up his face, clearly displeased with the assigned task. Herb gathering?”

I shot him a stern look, my irritation seeping into my voice. “Shawn, we all have roles to play. It’s important that we contribute to Elijah’s recovery in any way we can.”

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As the days went by, Shawn surprised me with his dedication. He returned from his herb-gathering expeditions with a wide array of vibrant plants, his hands caked with soil but a sense of accomplishment shone in his eyes.

“I found some rare herbs deep in the forest, Shawn announced, a hint of pride lacing his voice. “They help with pain and inflammation

Amara smiled, genuinely impressed. “Well done, Shawn. You’re becoming quite the herbalist.

Shawn shrugged, attempting to conceal his satisfaction. I guess I have a talent for it

During the moments of respite, when Elijah’s condition allowed for temporary breaks, Shawn and Amara would steal glances and exchange playful banter, their connection growing stronger with each passing day.

Leaning against the wall next to Amara, Shawn’s mischievous smile tugged at his l*ps. “You know, I think I’m becoming your favorite assistant.”

Amara raised an eyebrow, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Oh, is that so? And what makes you say that?”

Shawn’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, you always save the most complicated tasks for me. It’s like you enjoy seeing me struggle.

Amara’s laughter rang out in the room, filling the space with a lightness that contrasted the seriousness of Elijah’s recovery.

That’s not true, Shawn. I trust your abilities. Plus, it’s nice to have some company during these long days.”

Their playful banter brought warmth to the room, a fleeting respite from the weight of our collective burdens. Their growing connection served as a beacon of hope amidst the challenges we faced.

Watching them, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. The tender moments they shared reminded me of the love and connection I yearned for-a love that transcended the chaos of our lives.

“Amara, you have a remarkable touch, Shawn remarked, a playful grin on his face.

Amara blushed, her eyes sparkling. “Only for special patients, she teased, a hint of mischief coloring her voice.

Shawn chuckled, his gaze filled with adoration. I’m lucky to have you around, then.”

Their presence served as a constant reminder of what we fought for-a future filled with love, acceptance, and the freedom. to choose our destinies. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, a low growl rumbled through the room, startling us all. We turned to face Elijah, his eyes ablaze with determination. He struggled to sit up, his injured b*dy fighting against

him.

“He’s getting stronger, Amara exclaimed, awe lacing her voice.

Shawn rushed to Elijah’s side, offering a steadying hand. “Easy there, buddy. Take it slow.

At that moment, I realized that our journey was far from over. The fight for healing, unity, and our pack’s survival had only just begun.

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