The Alpha Prince's Abused Mate Chapter 190

ALANA

I gazed at Francine and felt shiver run down my spine. Why does she look so happy as if she’s been anticipating death all her life? Sure, there is pain but the happiness in her face is remarkable.

“Come on, Alana,” she urged me again and put my hand on top of William’s. “Child, you are going to do me so much favor if you are just going to listen to me and do what I will be telling you. Call for William’s name over and over again. He already heard you. You already took his attention and now it’s time for him to go back to you. Do it, Alana. Please, this old maid is begging you.”

My mouth downturned because of emotions pouring in as I clenched William’s hand.

“But if I am going to do that, then I am going to lose you, Francine,” I said as my voice crackled.

She just laughed it off and wiped the tears on my face. “But you are going to gain back, William. He is going to be alive again, Alana. He is going to fulfill his promise to you. You are going to get married and have lost of kids and enjoy your time in this world! Isn’t that a wonderful thing to waiting to happen?”

“But I want you to be here to witness our wedding! I want you to be there to act as my mother.” I knelt before her. “I know this is a selfish thing to do but is there no other way that I can keep the both of you? I am not going to lose you just like how I lost William. I want you to be here too with us, Francine! Please!”

She lifted me up and looked straight in my eyes. “You are not going to lose me, Alana. I will come back. Some of me will come back not in this form but in other ones. I will surely come back to be there at your wedding, okay? Now, be a good girl and call for your mate again. He’s now there waiting for you.”

My heart is still heavy but somehow what she said took some weight off me. In this lifetime, I already experienced being a sacrifice and to be able to sacrifice for the better. Both things hurt more than you can imagine.

“Go on, Alana. You can do it. Take William out of that limbo.”

Suppressing my tears, I held his hand and called for his name again but no matter how hard I tried my tears just continued falling.

“William, please come back to me. I am calling on you, my love. You are not yet dead. You are still alive.”

I smelled more blood in the area coming from Francine which made me sadder than ever.

My voice trembled when I called his name again. “Please, William. Come back to me now and when you are at it, can you also stop Francine from leaving? She wants to leave us. Please take your guide with you alive.”

I heard Francine chuckle. She is just masking the sadness in her voice but I know deep inside that she is also mourning the time when she will completely leave us.

“Good job, Alana. Now tell him to turn his back on the light and take the hand in front of him. That is my hand that will take his soul back into his body,” she ordered me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued whispering in his ear. “William, turn your back on the light and take the hand in front of you. That is the guide’s hand that will take you back to me. That is Francine’s hand that will take you back alive to me, my love.”

Francine sighed in relief at my back and then grunted in pain later on. I can only stifle a cry when I heard that.

Oh, what torture to know that someone is dying while the other is coming back to life.

I love both of them. I want them to be present with me here. I want them both alive!

“William already took my hand, Alana. He is really coming back to you,” Francine said.

To you, she said, not to us, because she knows she will not be here to witness that anymore.

“Francine, please promise me that you will be there in our dreams. That you will tell us if you really got back home. Promise me that you will inform us and that you will be happy there. Promise me that, please!” I yelled in desperation.

The woman who has treated me like her own daughter just laughed happily behind me. “Yes, of course, Alana. And I will take you on a tour to a place where you’ve never seen before. Now, rejoice because William already crossed the bridge back to you. He will be here now for you, Alana.”

Her voice is slowly waning like the light in the candle that has reached the end of its life and has used up all its energy.

William’s fingers fluttered in my grip and I gasped when the familiar warmth enveloped my hand.

“Alana, do not open your eyes. I will tell you when,” she whispered. She is in obvious pain.

Crying loudly, I can only nod my head. My heart is being torn into pieces. This mixture of feelings is killing me. I am happy because William is going back to me but sad at the same time because Francine is going to die and I cannot do anything to stop that.

“Alana…” Francine said in a gentle voice hiding the pain in her voice. “Open your eyes and greet William back but never look at me. Can you do that for me, child?”

I nodded, tears all over my face and body.

“Good. Now, open your eyes, Alana. Please hug William for me and tell him how much his nanny Francine loves him so much.”

I slowly opened my eyes, meeting William’s face. His eyes moved as it opened up for me.

“Alana…”

He is alive and finally back to me.