Chapter 78|Revival.

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**Alexander's P O V

With Isabelle's hand in mine I acknowledged everyone around including Christopher Knight, the Bane Pack's Luna, Angelina Knight, a white haired old woman with gnarled fingers who stared at me with unabashed admiration.

She was introduced to me as the Bane Pack's seer who was referred to as Old Ynes and the woman who my betrothal to Isabelle came from. I regarded her with the respect she deserves.

"I hear that you got the information you need from Martin. How is he?" Christopher Knight asked, watching me closely through hooded eyes.

There was a tinge of tension in the room. One that no one bothered to dismiss.

"Barely alive."

He grunted his approval with a nod of his head, "He deserves whatever comes to him. For killing Stephano and every one else who died under his hand. He stabbed my friend to death. He thrusted his knife deep into Stephano's heart from behind like the coward he is, shot me in the chest until I was helpless. I witnessed the moment when Stephano's life drained out and he was dead, Martin whispered words of bullshit of how he was avenging his wife's death, the same woman who killed my daughter, her mate and five more pack members in cold-blood had someone avenging her death. He should've killed me not Stephano, he killed your grandfather because it was him who my son walked up to, sought advice from when he realized the cause of his sister's death. Martin deserves to die."

"We left that honor for you Father." Alpha Drake announced, walking further into the room with his emotions barely checked in place. It was clear that the story did nothing but spike his anger.

Speaking of anger, I thought I'd reached the peak of that emotion but it seems Martin more than anyone has the ability to enrage me more than any other being on this earth.

The whole room was bristling with it, it felt palpable you could squeeze it in your grasp.

"I'm honored. He deserves to die in the hands of the man he thought he rendered useless. Ironic isn't it?" Only Christopher Knight could find amusement in a time like this. Even his was borne of the frustration that was bubbling deep in his guts and the anticipation of ending the man's life as cruelly as possible.

Nobody mistook it for anything else.

He brought out the worse in everyone.

"Damon's gave him a right hook that nearly did him in. I had to intervene else we would be rid of the privilege to. He was pretty much livid." Alpha Drake concluded his sentence with a brief shake of his head.

I trust my Delta to give the man a gift for causing chaos.

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**Isabelle's P O V.

I rubbed soothing circles on Alex's arm, he was tensed. Everyone was tensed but at the moment we were all watching with our hearts in our mouths at the turn of events.

Martin was captured, to be executed as well as all of his advocates, minions, sidekicks you name it. Lucas was breathing finely but it all deteriorated when the monitor began to detect a sudden change in his pulse rate. The interval between a beat and the next became far, the flat line longer.

My eyes watered until droplets began to fall unto my heaving chest at the sight of Arabella hysterical. She was held back by two nurses and a guard as she cried hard, the sound hurt like poison poured over a gaping wound. We all wanted to reach out to her but was stopped by Luna Angelina, she is a medical personnel and at the moment she was trying her best to save Lucas.

The Luna didn't give up despite the commotion going around in the room, when the flat line lasted longer than it did before, I swooned in Alexander's arms and Arabella turned, our eyes met from behind the glass wall separating us and held tight together. With determination in her red rimmed eyes she shook off the people holding her back like they weighed nothing. That obviously wasn't an action done without the help of her wolf, she scrambled until she was directly beside her mate. The Luna gave her space as she hovered over him.

"Lucas you can't die!" She screamed, her body shaking, "You don't have the right to leave me. You can't die, you can't!" She exclaimed throwing her arms around him. Her hair was splayed all over the place and she lowered her face to his.

With her mouth bared open, she shoved at the cloth hiding his body, baring his neck naked to her eyes and placed a kiss to the top of it, she grazed the spot with her teeth and as loudly as her husky voice could voice out, she whispered, "I Arabella Swift of the Bane Pack, accept Lucas De Luca of the De Luca Pack as my mate. Not even death could do us apart." And she let her wolf's protruding canine sink into the skin there.

Everyone stood rooted to their spot as we watched.

Arabella marked him as hers instead of the other way round. It was done quite alright but not without the other party's consent.

No one made a move and this time we were truly dreadful of the outcome because the flat line was still there and for too long. The monitor beeped once, the Luna scrambled forward as well as the other nurses and doctors.

With Arabella still at his face whispering threats and promises, words of love borne out of bone wrenching fear, she was more than desperate. We all were, but hers far surpassed everyone else's. She pressed her lips over his, lining his mouth with her tongue.

The monitor beeped again, the line disappeared and Arabella didn't for once quit her actions, she was still plastered to him placing kisses all over his face.

"We've got him. We've got him." The doctors and nurses did that thing where they pressed a machine hard over his chest for a heartbeat.

This time they were successful.

Lucas was back.

He might have saved Arabella from the clutches of death but she saved him from succumbing to the dark abyss and that was what mates were for.

Although Luke's pulse rate was back to normal he did not revive until a few hours later, even then all he did was stare at us in a daze before slipping back to a state of unconsciousness. When I suggested to Arabella that she return to our apartment together for a wash she refused, claiming that she wanted to be around the moment he awoke.

She didn't want to leave his side for a minute.

We let her be because forcing our will on her could be the wrong thing to do seeing how overwrought and anxious she was. I helped her with a change of clothes, she took a shower in the hospital's bathroom, changed into a pair of peach sweatshirt and sweatpants paying heed to the bullet wound on her leg.

She washed her hair and packed it in a bun without bothering to dry it before returning to her mate's side.

Alexander was silent by my side, he was very observant of Arabella's constant worry over Lucas. He was aware of her every move and consistent fretting. We all were.

"You need to rest too, huh?" He asked directly to my ear and I caught Old Bea's eyes, she nodded slightly at me while I narrowed my gaze.

"She needs it my Alpha." She asserted with a smile. A smile I tried hard to understand but gave up when she looked past me at the Alpha.

Wordlessly, Alexander urged me out of the room. A yawn slipped past my lips the moment we walked out of the hospital's premises waiting for the chauffeur to bring the car over.

"It's been a long day." He mused, threading his fingers through my hair massaging the scalp lightly.

"Do that for some time and I'll pass out in your arms from exhaustion and pleasure." I moaned, wishing we were in bed already.

He chuckled from behind me, wrapped his arms around my midriff protectively, placed a kiss to the top of my head and directly to my ear muttered, "You're with me, you can sleep in my arms and I'll do the honors of performing your night-time rituals."

I felt reassured knowing this man truly spoke from the bottom of his heart because remember, I feel people's feelings when I make contact with them.

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