The beeping sound was the first thing Violet heard when they entered the room, the slow, mechanical beat filling the silence with dread.
Then came the sight of Asher on the bed with wires everywhere. He had a breathing mask over his face, IVs in both arms, and monitors flashing numbers she didn’t understand.
Violet had never seen Asher look so pale. So fragile. So vulnerable. And it was all because of her.
This time, Violet didn’t cry out loud, she let the tears run free on her cheeks. Her knees hit the floor beside the bed as if her legs had forgotten how to hold her up. Then she reached for his cold and limp hands, and clutched them desperately like they were her lifeline.
"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Asher. Please don’t do this. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry..." Violet said it over and over, like a prayer, like the words themselves could undo what had happened.
The boys hated hearing her blame herself, but this time, they said nothing. She needed to get it off her chest. So they let her. They stood by while Violet poured out everything she’d been holding in, crying until her chest stopped heaving and the tears ran dry.
Roman was the one who went to her saying, "I know you’re scared, but if Asher was awake right now, he wouldn’t want you crying like this. You know that."
Although her lips trembled a little, Violet nodded. Slowly, she forced herself to breathe and was able to pull it together.
Roman then cupped her face with a gentleness that surprised Violet, saying. "You need to leave, love. Go back to Asher’s place. Griffin will take care of you."
No way. Violet shook her head, frantic now. "No. I’m not leaving him. I won’t."
Roman’s hand didn’t move. "I’m sorry, but you’ve had a traumatic night. Right now, you’re hanging on by a thread, and if you stay here any longer, you’ll collapse. We can’t worry about you and Asher at the same time."
"I’m fine—"
"You’re not," he cut in. His eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "I can smell him on you. His seed inside of you. And it’s driving my wolf insane with the urge to claim you too."
Violet’s breath hitched.
As if to prove his words, Roman’s pupils dilated, glowing faintly gold, the light humming beneath his irises before it vanished as if it never came.
Dear lord. It dawned on Violet that Roman was fighting his wolf right now.
"I’m sorry, I didn’t know" she whispered, ashamed.
"I know you didn’t." Roman took a shaky breath. "But it’s not just me, Violet. It’s all of us. You are driving us crazy."
That was when Violet turned and discovered Alaric standing stiff in the corner. He deliberately turned away when he caught her staring, his hand clenched at his side. Griffin himself was silent, his jaw tight.
Violet was stunned. How could she not have noticed this?
Roman gave her a strained smile. "Griffin has the strongest self control amongst us trio. He’ll keep you safe tonight. I promise."
"And Asher?" she asked.
"He’s not going anywhere," Alaric said. "Roman and I will stay. We’ll watch over him."
Violet’s throat tightened, but she nodded. "Thank you."
Impulsively, she leaned in to kiss Roman’s cheek, but he stepped back with a feral hiss.
"Not now, Violet," he warned with a hoarse voice. "Maybe later."
Violet nodded again in understanding before she turned to Griffin. He opened his arms and she walked into him, letting him guide her with a hand on her lower back.
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