63. The Miracle

**Sedona**

By the time I came back for Maeve, it was late. Probably too late because when Xander, along with a few other werewolves and I managed to break through the veil of the invisible spell the witches had put on the cabin in the heart of the dense forest, everything was over.
On the floor, there were two distinct bodies, and one of them was Maeve’s. Her wrists were slashed as the scarlet flowed from freely and her body and she lay lifeless on the ground. Beside her was Ametrine. Everything else in the room was untouched.
“Maeve!” Xander rushed to his mate’s side and picked up her body. He rocked back and forth as he held her tight against his chest. The fierce Alpha in him was gone. He was just a man who was on the verge of losing his love and all his weakness was a testament to that.
Garett, one of the wolves with little medical knowledge, dared past the others and picked up Maeve’s uninjured hand. Unsatisfied, he checked her pulse around the neck and shook his head.
“What happens?” I asked, exasperated.
“There’s no pulse,” he said. “But her heart is still beating…faintly.” It must have been his strong werewolf senses.
“You have to take her to the hospital. Now,” he urged Xander, who was still holding on Maeve and cupping the side of her face.
“Xander? Xander, are you listening?” I had to shake him into listening to our voices as he merely looked.
“He is not in a position to speak,” Garett mumbled.
In the years I have known Xander as an acquaintance, as a friend and then as the alpha, never have I seen him look so empty. The usual fire in his eyes was not just dampened but nowhere to be found. It was almost unbearable to see the man…ruined and defeated.
“Xander, we still have a chance to save your mate,” I told him, hoping it would jolt some sense into him. “But we are running out of time. We have to hurry!”
And finally, his eyes moved, and his lips trembled to mumble something incoherent. I didn’t bother to reflect but helped him rush her to the hospital. Whatever little magical power I held in my blood was now useless.
Once Xander had carried Maeve out of the room, I quickly rushed over to Ametrine’s body and checked her pulse. Nothing. Not even a faint heartbeat.
When my eyes fell on the broken candle on the table, the blood in my veins thawed in fear.
*Please, Moon Goddess, don’t let this happen.* *I worshipped you, obeyed you…submitted to each and every command of yours, but don’t let this happen to her.*
I berated myself every second for choosing Janelle over Maeve, but what else could I have done? Maeve was a good soul, and there was no way she would carry death on her conscience.
As a part of the *Warrior Clan of the Chosen*, we were taught to protect. We were taught to fight because we were the hybrids. I was one of the chosen ones - the hybrid with limited witch power and dominant werewolf genes. The kind of composition that helped us live among the wolves without being found.
Some called us abominations, and some called us…different.
But at the end of the day, we were *Moon Goddess’s chosen children*.

**Third Person’s POV**

Xander was no ordinary man. Maeve was aware of that. There was something different about him the moment she laid eyes on him, and she knew he would be a dangerous one. And yet, her heart craved every facet of him. Their souls were magically drawn to each other, conspired by the entire universe. A part of her was scared to surrender her soul…a part of her was thrilled, though. Their love was chaotic at its best. But once they have experienced that euphoric passion, there is no turning back. There were no second thoughts or silly doubts.
Maybe the world was too jealous of them. Too jealous of how perfect and astonishing they were that the cruelest fate was forced upon them.
Xander was angry with the world, at the Moon Goddess to bless him with a mate like Maeve and then snatch her away from him. He was mad at everyone and everything around him.
Sedona rocked back on her heel, stunned by the vulnerability and loss around her. She felt guilty because she was responsible for tracing Maeve and keeping her safe from the supernatural world.
But, she had failed to locate Maeve once, and then when she had discovered that Maeve’s mate was none other than Alpha Xander of the Night Pride Pack, she knew she would have to return to her old pack. To her mate, whom she had abandoned for the sake of her divine duties. Not only was her identity now compromised, but Sedona also couldn’t protect Maeve either.
The door wrenched open, and in walked the doctor, flanked by two nurses. There was a solemn look on his face that troubled Xander. As he came closer, he cleared his throat. “She is alive, but…”
“But, what?” Xander urged. The suspense of his mate’s health almost killed him.
“She is not responsive,” the doctor informed sadly. “Her vitals are performing well, her heart rate is normalised and we have done everything in our power to stop the bleeding. It is nothing short of a miracle that she has survived…given the injury and blood loss. But the bigger miracle is her *pregnancy*. Thankfully, there was no internal bleeding in her womb.”
Xander felt the ground beneath his feet slip away. “What?” He whispered dazedly. “What do you mean by that?”
“Maeve is pregnant?” Sedona asked with equal astonishment.
The doctor acquiesced. “Yes. At least by four weeks. We will know more about it when the rest of her reports arrive by tomorrow.”
With that, he congratulated Xander and shouldered past him while the alpha werewolf stood unmoved in his place. He didn’t know whether to be happy or heartbroken.
His mate was with a child—*his little pup*. Only her life was left in uncertainty.

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