The Lycan King and His Mysterious Luna Chapter 113

By the time I returned to Alex’s room, my dinner was there waiting for me, and the male nurse had just finished giving him a bath. I ate my food while I answered text messages and emails. When I was done eating, I took a shower and changed into my night clothes then took my seat in the chair next to his bed. Holding his hand, I felt the tingles spread across my body and inhaled his scent. He smelled funny for a while due to the antiseptic and other medicine they used on him to clean him up after the battle. Now his regular scent is back, and I inhale it every chance I get.

“Baby, I miss you. I miss you holding me and our late-night talks. Remember the first time we went for a run in our wolf and Lycan forms. That was one of the best times I’ve had since shifting. Oh, and remember my first shift? If you hadn’t come along when you did, I would have died. You saved my life and I’m forever grateful to you for that baby. I was saved so that we could be together so come back to me.” I cry silently rubbing circles on his chest with my other hand while still holding one of his hands in mine. After a few minutes I wiped the tears from my face and stood up then gently placed a kiss on his lips and walked to my bed and laid down for the night. “Good night baby. I love you.” I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the machines going crazy and quickly I jumped out of the bed just in time to see the doctor and nurses running into the room. What possibly could have happened? The doctor was yelling out instructions as the nurses all ran around the room checking the machines and handing the doctor whatever he was asking for at the time. My mate was on the bed convulsing and there seemed to be foam coming out of his mouth. My knees give out when I hear the sound that I’ve been dreading. “GET THE PADDLES! HE’S FLATLINING!” I hear the doctor scream and a nurse wheels a cart near the bed that has a defibrillator and some drawers that contain syringes and medication.

My legs can no longer support my body and I start to sink down onto the floor when strong arms grab me from behind and pick me up before placing me on the bed. I can’t take my eyes off of what is happening in front of me so it never registers who picked me up until I feel someone shaking me. When I turn my head in the direction of the person, I see that it is my brother. When did he get here? He’s supposed to be at his own pack because his Alpha ceremony is next week. I feel him shake me again and snap out of my temporary hell to pay attention.

“Freya, what happened?” he asks me.

“I don’t know. I woke up to the machines blaring and then the doctor and nurses rushed in before I could ask what was happening. He... flatlined... and they are...” I couldn’t talk anymore. Thinking about him flatlining has my heart beating so fast in my chest and I feel a panic attack coming.

The machines stop going crazy and I hear the doctor say that he is stable, but my nerves are shot to hell. I don’t know how much more of this I can take. If he doesn’t wake up soon, I may lose my mind. I’ve tried dream walking but nothing works. There is a dark void whenever I go there now. I’m starting to see why wolves and Lycans go feral after losing their mates. It isn’t that you can’t make it without them, but that you don’t want to be alive without them. Everything that Tabitha is going through makes so much more sense to me.

“He’s okay now sis. Try to calm down.” says my brother.

“No, Nick, he is not okay now. He hasn’t been okay for months. I don’t call my mate going into cardiac arrest okay. I don’t call my mate being in a damn coma okay!” By now I’m shouting and getting angrier by the second.

“Freya, I only meant that he is...” I cut him off.

“I know what you meant Nicholas but that doesn’t matter. He is not okay and I’m sick of everyone telling me that he is okay and that I should calm down and be patient. He isn’t your mate. Your mate is at home planning parties or something while mine is here lying in a coma. He has no heirs, and we never had my ceremony so in the eyes of the law I’m not recognized as the luna of the royal pack let alone the Queen which is fine with me but not fine for the kingdom. There are responsibilities and obligations that have to be met and we are not meeting them at the moment. My hands are tied as far as the kingdom goes and what happens if he never wakes up.”

During my little speech, I didn’t notice that his parents and mine had shown up as well as David and Ethan. I can tell by the looks on their faces that either they never thought about what I’d said, or they did and didn’t think that I had. All I’ve had is time to think about everything going on lately. The royal pack members are getting restless not knowing what is going on with their King and him being out of commission is also putting us at risk of attacks. Normally only an insane person would attack the royal pack, but that seems to be who we attract. Tobias and Bellevue were perfect examples of that fact.

Everyone is arguing and yelling about who should take over. Some are saying to just have the ceremony without him and crown me the Queen and luna, while others say to just wait until he wakes up. There were even some comments made to just let David become Alpha and Ethan become Beta. That comment earned some growls and the doctor and nurses scattered quickly from the room. My mind wasn’t focusing on their conversation, but it was making it hard for me to think with all the noise. This whole mess is getting out of control now.

“Freya would be the most logical choice to take over since she is his mate. Why in the hell would we need to wait for him to wake up? I’m sure it is what he would want anyway.” says my father.

“I believe I know my son better than you and he would want to be there for her crowning ceremony, especially since it won’t really be legal without him there. She has one mate mark and would need the other two in order to be considered the lawful Queen and luna.” says Alex’s father.

“Why are we even fighting about this? Nobody truly knows what he wants so why not make Freya the acting Queen until he wakes up?” says my brother.

"Because with all due respect Alpha Nicholas, but the kingdom won’t recognize her as the legitimate Queen. If anything, it would be better to reinstate Alex’s parents as King and Queen regents. They would accept that before accepting Freya.” says David.

This is exactly why you never have too many Alphas in a room at the same time. At some point tempers rise and you can forget that you’re even related because each feels disrespected. I know that I should stop this before my father and Alex’s father end up physically fighting and tearing up this hospital, but I just can’t move. They are also starting to become louder than before and annoying. My feet start to move on their own and I stand next to his bed and hold his hand before sinking down into the chair. I rest my head on our hands and cry softly.

The arguing gets louder and louder as my tears flow freely now. They are all talking like he will never wake up and that scares me. What am I going to do if that happens? I don’t care about anything else right now. If he never woke up, I wouldn’t want to be the luna let alone the Queen. Duties and responsibilities be damned. Without my mate by my side someone else can take over and they can figure out who that someone will be without me. I will have nothing to do with the royal pack or its people. Suddenly I felt a movement coming from his hand but when I looked there was nothing, and I shrugged it off thinking it was an involuntary spasm like the last time. I put my head back down and just breathed in his scent to calm myself.

“For fuck’s sake will you all shut the hell up!”

Wait, am I dreaming? Did I fall asleep? That is the only reason for me to be hearing that voice. This can’t possibly be real. The room is so quiet now and a few seconds ago there was loud arguing so I must have fallen asleep. I looked up quickly and saw the face of my mate looking down at me. His eyes are trying to adjust to the light, so he keeps squinting. Those beautiful stormy grey eyes finally focused, and a small smile formed on his handsome face.

“Baby, are you really awake? I’m not dreaming, am I?” I asked him. His smile gets bigger.

“No, my beautiful mate, you are not dreaming.” His hand touches my cheek and I lean into his touch. Tingles spread throughout my body and my heart beats faster.

“Now, can someone please explain to me what the hell you are all fighting about and why has my mate been crying?” he growled the last part.