Chapter Thirty-Six
For the first time in centuries, despite his many near-deaths, suffering, and plights, Ryanne gave in to tears, his eyes becoming blurry as he looked up at the ceiling.
Coughing up blood, he heard the faint feminine footfalls rushing his way, but everywhere was numb.
The beast within him growled with dissatisfaction, the pain making him far too weak. Ryanne’s nose slightly moved when the strong scent of his lifemate and babe wafted through his nose.
It was the sweetest and most unforgettable scent.
She soon came to stand above him, no doubt feeling immense guilt for her actions. He forced his eyes to remain open, the numbness spreading in his body threatening him to fall asleep.
Her soft cries and apologies made his heart pinch.
“Oh no. I am so sorry. I... oh god... you are dying.”
Seeing her beautiful face etched with concern, worry, and anxiety, Ryanne wanted to speak, but instead, he spurted blood.